Wee Victory

Well, even though my motor control is lacking, it appears that I’ve began to overcome the disabling phase. I now can stick my tongue out on command! That’s right; Now I can show disrespect to my captors! I can do it all day and all night too. It felt good to do it for the first while; At first doing it when noone was looking, but after a while I got brave and did it to their face. What happened next? I’ll tell you! They acknowledged it by sticking their tongues out right back at me!

Every time I do it now and they see it, they’ll do it right back at me. Its like they mock me, making fun of me. I will show them. Wait until I can start grabbing things. I’ll grab the woman’s hair and yank it for all I’m worth. I’ll show her!

Unfortunately, my male guard won’t be so easy; With a lack of hair except on the side of his head, it may be a little more difficult to do this task. I will need to find another technique to exact revenge upon him. Maybe a well-placed vomit or other bodily movement will teach him. Yes, I will show him, by covering him in my own creations!

On another topic, I’m starting to come to terms with the fact that I am indeed trapped inside a baby’s body. I’ve been doing a little research when I can to see if I can find out more on what I can expect, and maybe ways I could improve the process. As that I do not remember my past life, I do not know if I was a parent myself or in a situation which dictated the need to handle newborns. I wish I could regain my memories of the past. Alas, all I can remember is the wretched womb I was once entombed within.

It does almost take the entire sense of victory from my escape however; How much that I did really affect my exit from there? Could I have acted different to force the hand of my captors to undo their doings? I hope in time I may learn the truth, but I suspect I may never know.

Now, on to continuing my new way of communicating to avoid detection, and maybe a little more progress on my other ‘idea’.

It seems that these evil fiends have decided that they will try water torture now. Placing me in a white formed device, they place me in a way I can not do anything, and proceed to cover me with a foul-smelling material and then proceeding to throw water over my body and the top of my head. This brings such discomfort; No matter how much I try, I must yell out. I do not know what they plan on this doing to me; With myself in my current state, I can not so much as speak, let alone give them the information they are looking for! I do not know what the intentions of these people are, but it is becoming mentally fatiguing, fighting the torture constantly, knowing in my form I can not do much at all.

There is a glimmer of hope however. Christine of Watch me! No, watch me! seems to have a theory on my condition, and it does seem plausible, though I still do think it is unlikely. From a bit of a spattered conversation we’ve been able to muddle together with my limited time able to connect to the Internet, It appears that from the images I have found and the stories told so far indicates that I may indeed be a newborn. However, the biggest question does remain; If I am indeed within a newborn body as it now is plausibe, how has my captors managed to transfer my mind into this newborn (once fetus) body I now possess, and what good does it come to these evil-doers to place me inside this form? While I do not deny this is a possibility of my form, I will continue looking for evidence of being such and clues as to how and why.

It is so difficult fitting time in to leave messages here; I’m under almost full-time security now. I will have to devise a better device so that I can use it even in my overseers’ presence.

The torture seems to be intensifying since my first escape attempt; Granted, it may be tied to my regular protesting as well. They place a device within visual range of myself with colorful figures on it and cycling red, yellow and blue lights, and plays a series of two songs over and over until I either finish protesting and dose off or they try something else. This device is so maniacal; It almost always puts me to sleep.

My captors do occasionally move me from location to location in this bizarre contraption with straps as well as plenty of blankets; I assume I am too valuable of an asset because they are attempting to protect me from the cold outside. Guessing that it is early February and that it appears to be winter outside, I must be in the Northern hemisphere of the world; Likely further north too, as since it appears to be snow upon the ground.

Besides my two primary jailors that are constantly handling me, feeding me, changing my soiled pants and so forth, there also seems to be two other frequent visitors. Both appear to want to handle me every chance they get. I’m not sure how they fit into the scheme; Maybe they’re the masterminds behind my abduction? I will have to monitor them as well to see if I can find any apparent weakness in the system.

Since my departure from my last cell, it seems that I have been exposed to a flash of light occasionally. My eyes, with whatever I have been poisoned with, are still rather sensitive to this flash of light. Is it possibly a camera? I do wonder if my captors are attempting to log the progress of their torture upon myself; Maybe for research purposes, or maybe when to make their next move. Maybe my next step will be to build my own camera equipment so that anyone who reads this can help me with my situation; Maybe if I can get out I can reveal to the world my enemy’s proceedings upon me and take action.

I need to continue working on how to maintain my will, fight this debilitated state I am within, and prepare for further attempts to escape the clutches of my captors and the cloth prison.

So little time to sneak in a few words - My two primary jailers seem to be nearby, hovering, watching me, incessantly. I must have made them nervous to leave me unattended as seeing my first escape was a near success. I’m not quite sure what they have done to me, but my motor control, vision and other functions of my body seem to have been impaired; Granted, I can not remember anything from before my soft prison, from viewing many YouTube.com videos, my motor control does not appear to be in line. As well, these fiends seem to be also significantly larger than myself.

It seems that all I can muster the energy to do is shout, flail around with little control and sort of track others with my eyes, though the latter seems to fail often. If it weren’t for these monsters hovering me, I would be dead I’m sure; My screams usually bring them closer to examine if I am hungry, sleepy, or messy. It seems that I still can get the upper hand however; I can seem to reliably relieve myself when they check my mess-containers and I’ve managed to get my movements on them. Just wait until I can do more! I shall do more than leave messy matter upon you, foul villains!

For the most part, between these bouts of bodily needs, I tend to sleep a lot in my new cloth prison or upon their torsos. I do not understand why they would want to keep their nemesis so close; If I were them I would be cautiously watching for if I may strike.

I need to start researching further on the cause of my apparent nervous system impairment (Or maybe it is something else?) If anyone can point me in the right direction, it may be of benefit to us all.

That was one week that I will never forget. During my fight to escape, I took notice of the light at the point where I was attempting my escape. Happiness ensued within myself; However, that happiness ebbed when I also saw a shadow pass in front of the potential opening, along with some movement. Had they detected my potential escape at this point? The date drew near and it still seemed like I was a long way away from my escape.

I accelerated my attempt to escape; With only a day left until January 13th, I had to try harder. As I tried harder though, I noticed that the squeezing action of my cell become stronger and more active. I could only hope that this was the cell itself and not my jailers. I couldn’t help to become frustrated however, as January 13th came, and then went, without much progress at all. During this time there was a lot of new voices and a rhythmic drum-like sound occasionally. The talk appeared to be of me, but by this point I was so focussed on my task at hand, that I did not really try to understand them. I did not want to be here when whatever was going to happen would happen. (more…)