I have been doing a lot as of late. My jailers have been taking me a lot of different places; Places with animals, different people, activities and more. I have met others who appear to be a lot like me, but I have yet to figure out how to communicate to those to see if I can find out what their story is and if any of them are in the same situation. One seemed to have assaulted me as well, though my jailer seemed to be extremely protective of my condition. I do see this group on a seemingly-regular basis, so I will continue working on that.

Besides the travel, I have been working on a lot of my skills. I practice making basic sounds right now, trying to relearn how to move my tongue and mouth properly to form words that once flowed out of my mouth so vividly.

Also in development is my motor controls. this seems to be quite an undertaking, though I am making large strides in this field. I can now manage to maintain my balance for a period of time sitting up, and I also can seem to hold myself up on my legs when the evil-doers attempt to put me down; This is rather interesting, because I can protest the process of putting me down and give them headaches. The only downfall here is that it appears that the masters of my cell appear to be finding more amusement in it now than frustration.

The reason I do come back today is I do need to research more on rolling over. I managed to roll over at 17 days of age for quite a while, but now something appears to be holding me back in doing this. I believe that it is quite crucial in my development to roll over; I could go far on just rolling alone. I can even rotate my body position; Its just my body just doesn’t quite make it into a roll.

Time has ran short; Breakfast should arrive shortly. To my visitors, I bid you good day.

I’ve come to find that yelling obnoxiously about being tired will usually end with my captors laying me down in my prison for sleep, or sticking me in the swing-like device to make me even sleepier. I should learn to stop screaming and yelling about it — Save myself a few minutes more to work on projects. It is just so maddening to need so much sleep. I hope this is only temporary and will correct itself soon; I think I’m going to go mad otherwise.

A lot has happened in the time that has passed. Firstly, I’ve managed to extend the motor functions of myself. I finally learned how to directly control my hands, albeit clumsily. I can get them in front of my face to see them, and sometimes grab objects, like the woman’s hair though my grip sometimes seems to release (or grab) on its own still. My capability to sit is still building as well, though I still can’t position myself in the upright state on my own.

I have also learned to manipulate my tongue and form sounds, though I do feel I am quite a way from vocalizing. Even then, I will likely hold this skill to myself - Reserving it for my escape attempts in the future. However, I have realized that the evil beings who have imprisoned me do not like to hear my scream, so it does come in handy. I am building a level of control of my jailers. It is amazing the power my simple scream can command from them. It may be the ultimate tool of myself winning my freedom.

I believe my new device is ready for incorporation into my daily routine. The risk of detection during its use is still rather great, the capability to quickly conceal it upon the approach of the captors should make the process of furthering my development. This will mean I should be able to more regularly post updates here, as well as other items, such as posting some of the photos I’ve found that my captors have taken of me, and maybe try some other ideas that people have mentioned to me.

One of these ideas is a service called Twitter. Twitter appears to be similar to this here, but offer shorter messages, meant to be updated more frequently. While I won’t let it consume me, it may be a better way to give you a feel for what my day-to-day activities are. If you do like this idea, leave me a comment here.

It was very traumatic, I tell you! This was the worst form of torture I have had to endure yet; Believe me, you would have screamed too! They seemed to be up to something at first, because my male captor was holding me, with one of his hands holding my leg, and the other holding my arm. Before I could figure out what was going on however, it was already happening. The lady at this strange place stuck me with a pointed object - A needle I am assuming! The pain inflicted by this device, or moreso what must have been in the needle, was just astronomical. I panicked; I didn’t know what they were injecting me with - Something to try to erase further memories? A little chemical to put me down? I did not know! I’ll admit, I was weak; I screamed out in fear and agony. I did recover my composure very quickly however. This may have been the wrong choice though.

Shortly after I had stopped my wailing and belly-aching, the captors turned my body and then promptly stuck me again. This time I had less time to panic about what was being injected into me, and more time to howl. This one felt like it was burning me up on the inside; Stinging my leg and making just a whole lot of pain for myself to contend with. The pain was so intense, all I could focus on was the pain - There was some panic about what was injected, sure, but it just hurt so much. Whatever was in that needle-like object however seemed to put me to sleep. I only woke up a few times groggily when the sense of hunger was too much to bear. The pain was always there, still aching and nagging at my dozy mind reminding me of what happened hours prior.

Now, we’re here this morning. The pain has subsided, the grogginess has faded, but the question remains; What did they stick me with, and why?

To build visitors, I go around to other people’s places and drop my card in their box - I’m nor sure how this works as since I don’t actually do anything ‘dropping’ but more like clicking ‘drop’. Through this thing I have met a lot of helpful people and found a lot of odd, interesting and informative places. Sometimes I don’t understand what these places say, so I ‘drop’ on them to say ‘hi’ and continue on my way. I do try to read every place I come upon, it is just so time consuming and a lot of great material.

Hopefully I can continue using this thing to find more people to help me find out more on my situation, how it has happened, and most importantly rectify it and bring pain and suffering upon those who have wronged me!

The device I have been creating to decrease the risk of my detection further. From there, I do hope to post more regularily to this site, as well as start to show some of my findings as well. I have also been working on a device to allow me to capture images as well, but as you will see soon, my captors have been archiving a sizable collection of images of me.

Alright, back to my build; My captors are distracted with my clothing I make a mess of.

On that note, I must take my attempts to perform various tasks a lot more cautiously from now on; Ever since I managed to roll myself over a few times as well as starting to regain enough motor control to lean up against objects, this newfound effort has also rewarded me with a hand on my belly or some sort of blockade preventing my rolling as well as a very cautious eye during my leaning. If I could cut back on my efforts to develop myself for escape, I could instead focus on other aspects of my escape plans further.  We shall see how this goes.

Until next time; I bid you adieu.

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’.

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.

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.