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I'm on it, as well as my mommy

“Alright, enough of the hugging crap…” I stated, trying to collect myself as I slowly released my grasp of his leg. “Well, I hope they actually take it seriously, and some of them aren’t too dumb to read the findings.” Reggie just nodded and motioned to the door. We made our way out and into the mob of media, as well as Jameson and Randall. Once we got past the throngs of insults, jeers and occasional applaud we were to our car. We were on our way to the apartment, and my head was swimming. I just watched the cityscape through the window in silence. I wasn’t sure if the speech would be taken seriously, if it would be considered an insult to all Giants, or taken as some kind of media circus for attention. Randall was making chit chat with Jameson about who knows what. Maybe a local sports team, or the weather. Jameson would occasionally look my way and ask if I would ask if I was okay, to which I would nod, or not answer at all. I was too busy wondering if I should have done the address in the first place. “Reggie, should I have said anything differently?” I queried. He looked back, “Little Miss, you are a force to be reckoned with; don’t ever question that.” Jameson reached back from the passenger seat to give me a fist bump, as to say damn right. We pulled up to the apartment after what seemed forever, yet I didn’t move. Randall removed himself, and started toward the apartment, as did Jameson. I allowed Reggie to come around and open my door and assist me with exiting the vehicle. I didn’t need to put on a show anymore. The ‘strong, independent Little’. We walked to the apartment hand in hand, and as soon as I walked through the door I found my muscles quivering. Reggie’s strong grasp, the only thing stopping me from falling to my knees. “Just one more thing, Naomi…” Randall began, without looking toward the door where Reggie and I stand. He stopped mid-sentence. “I can’t take this shit! Why the hell am I going on a show with a bunch pieces of shit that collect Littles? They want me on that show to humiliate me.” I questioned. Randall retorted, “You’re doing it for the cause. Think what that money can do for CAMOL. Don’t be a coward. Reggie and Jameson will be there for you. No unnecessary staff are allowed there.” “Don’t be a coward? Did you actually just say that to her, you piece of goat shit? The one that couldn’t even be outside when she pulled up for the address to Congress! If you want to get your teeth knocked in; talk to her like that. She’s nothing but money to you, is she?” Jameson screamed back. “Get the fuck out of here, now…” Without a word Reggie opened the door and pointed for him to leave. He exited in a hurry when he saw the frustration in Reggies’ eyes. “Don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split you.” We walked to the sitting room and sat quietly, while I calmed myself. Jameson went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee for him and Reggie. I decided tea sounded better. I needed to calm my nerves for a bit. Jameson didn’t usually lose his composure like that so it caught all of us off guard, I guess. “My knight in shining armor…” I sarcastically commented when he came in with the drinks. “Haven’t seen you be a jerk to someone in a long time.” “Yeah, and surprise, surprise, it was defending you again. It just seems to be something about you. You have that effect on people.” Jameson quipped. “I’m serious, Naomi. You have that quality and that’s why you should go on Biggum’s show. Maybe you question every decision you make, or everything you say, but you are a natural leader. That address was ‘bomb” and they aren’t going to be able to do anything but take it seriously. Yes, Biggum wants to embarrass the shit out of you tonight, but he doesn’t know who the hell he’s going up against.” I had to admit, I was blushing a bit. I hated the silly slangs he always used, but his message was clear. He was a true friend. Reggie and Jameson very well may be my only true friends. I trusted that I was safe with them. We sat there for about another hour and talked about what was about to come and then I jumped into the shower. I put the chosen clothing on and did the makeup. Not the usual idea, but when you’re going to be going into the snake pit you have to be a little more careful. On the ride we talked about the most logical talking points, and each weak point for the opponent on the show. Biggum wouldn’t be easy, but he was only one Vandelhuizen was a Viper that would take down anyone that stood in the way of openly abducting Littles. She also believed in testing and hypnosis on them. “Do either of you know what Randall was going to say when I was walking into the apartment?” I I asked. We pulled into the lot, moved to the set, and the car was put in park. “Here goes nothing guys… This ought to be a shit show and a half, right?” We chuckled. Jameson jumped out and Reggie came around to my door. We were on to see what kind of trouble this would raise. We entered the building and we were met by a producer who walked us to my waiting room. “The other two guests have already arrived, and are waiting in a different room, per your request. I’m John Segrum, so if you have any requests just ask for me. All other non-essential personnel are gone.” He stated. “Um, What the fuck is going on…. I thought it was Kerry and Biggum? Who the hell is the other guest? Where the hell is Shane as well? He was supposed to meet us here wasn’t he?” I questioned. __________________________ I know it's short but I did start writing and thought it would be a fun place to leave it hanging ?

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I hung up the phone and looked at the clock. “4:30,” I thought out loud, “Jesus, I was out for two hours. I’ve gotta listen to Doc and start taking those pills at night. Maybe I’ll get some sleep, and Rebecca can stay out of my damn head.” I stood up, and began the trek to Rachael’s office. I wasn’t really looking forward to hearing what she had to say to me, but knew the nasty things the vindictive Amazon was capable of. I knocked on Rachael’s door. “Come in…” Was all that was said from the other side. I entered the door and closed it behind me. Rachael was sitting at her coffee table, and was accompanied by Dr. Rosella Frances, a psychologist that had donated time to our cause whenever Rachael requested. There was also a manila folder lying on the table. “Take a seat Naomi.” Dr. Sampson requested. “Johnny seemed to act unnatural when I started looking him over, so I asked Rosella to come take a look at him as well. I hope you don’t mind.” “No, not at all. Thank you for coming so quickly doctor.” I replied. “Naomi, did you notice anything strange about the way Johnny walked when you brought him in here?” Rachael asked. “Not really, other than the fact that the lady had him wearing a god damn pillow for a diaper. That’s going to make anyone waddle. Why?” I responded. “Well, when I was looking him over, I noticed scarring along his ankles and his calves. I’ve seen this before…” Rachael slowed, “This would be evidence of a surgical procedure to weaken his achilles tendons. Some do this to Littles, to force them to crawl.” “What! You’ve got to be shitting me. This woman wanted to make him crawl, so she was having his tendons cut? That’s sick…” I trailed off. “We don’t have the equipment to fully test this, specifically, x-rays but that would seem to be the case. Also, Rosella did an analysis of his mental state.” Rachael finished. “He seems to be… Confused. Apparently, the woman’s name that abducted him is Diane. One moment he refers to her as Diane, and the next as Mommy. As you had probably suspected, he’s been attending an etiquette school, or as he was told by Diane, daycare. From his mental state, it doesn’t seem to have been very long, and should be able to be reversed in a relatively short period of time. To get a more accurate idea of where he stands I’d like to get an EEG done, with your permission of course.” Dr. Frances half asked, half stated. “How can we do that? We don’t have that stuff here.” I asked. “That would mean we would have to get him over to the hospital for the testing. We would be able to do the x-rays, and any other tests that may need to be done as well. Blood work would probably be a good idea, as well.” Rosella answered. “Do what you can do… Safely, I don’t want anything else to happen to that poor guy.” I returned. We discussed a few other findings about Johnny, while I paced around the doctor’s office. As frustrated as I was, I needed to move. Then I noticed the teddy bear that had been picked up with Johnny sitting next to Rachael’s desk. “What the hell is this doing here?” I questioned, as I picked it up. Suddenly I became light-headed, and couldn’t think straight. It almost felt euphoric, but I knew there was something wrong. Doctor Sampson grabbed me as I began to fall to the floor. She pulled the teddy bear from my hands, and I slowly came out of my trance. “Naomi, it has a very strong cognitive inhibitor in it.” She responded, still holding me. “Are you okay?” “Shit… That sucked. So, like those rattles?” I asked, still shaking the cobwebs out. “Honestly, it seems stronger than any rattle I’ve encountered. It seemed to have a bit of an effect on Reggie when he gathered it for Johnny, earlier. Johnny went nearly comatose when he held it.” Rosella added. “Have the thing burned, ladies.” I commanded. “If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to my office. I’m giving a statement about the dumbasses that blew up the robotic daycare, and I’ve got to make it seem like I abhor that it happened. Truthfully, I wish all of them were blown up.” They shook their heads, and I left. As angry as I was about the information I’d just received I didn’t want anyone talking to me. I wanted some alone time. I knew that these people did some sick things, but cutting someone’s Achilles… C’mon that’s just disturbing. “It truly seems like each one of these bastards is trying to outdo the other on how disgusting they can be.” I said to myself. To think I was almost lucky, because Rebecca didn’t try to mutilate me in some way. She embarrassed the hell out of me, but at least she didn’t maim me, like some of these other poor people are having done to them. When I reached my office the light on my desk phone was blinking, indicating I had a missed call. I warily pushed the voicemail button, afraid to hear what kind of wonderful news I was about to receive. The message was from Randall. “Naomi, I’ve got an update on that news appearance; give me a jingle.” “Really Randall? You couldn’t just say what the hell it was?” I said, to no one in particular. I hit the button speakerphone and dialed his number. He answered. “Randall, this had better be good news, because I can’t take any more bad shit today.” I stated, not waiting for him. “Well, a good evening to you, too.” He answered sarcastically. “Get on with it, Randall.” I retorted, beginning to lose my patience. “So, a national news program caught wind that we were going to do that local show, and they want us on their show instead. They’re willing to pay us $10,000 to do the show. Only thing is, we’ve got to cancel the other one, and give them the exclusive.” He explained. “Okay, then do it. I don’t give a damn, and then we’re condemning the explosion on national television, instead of only getting to the local area.” I consented. “There’s something else…” He started. “What is it? I’m beginning to get annoyed.” I spat at him. “It’s on ‘Nightly News with Jeff Biggum’, and it’s a panel.” He continued. “What! Jeff Biggum? That guy has three Littles locked away, himself… Why the hell don’t you just ask me to go on with Satan? Are you truly that damn stupid? Who the hell is on the panel, Kerry Vandelhuizen?” I yelled. “Um, actually she is.” He responded, sheepishly. “No, there’s no way in hell I’m going on television with a guy that is a collector of Littles, and the country’s biggest advocate of abducting Littles. You might as well ask me to walk in there with a leash on my neck, and tell them to take me away.” I continued, getting angrier. “We’ve worked it out. Reggie, Shane, and I are all going to go with you, and no one but the absolute necessary staff will be allowed in the building during the interview. It’s $10,000, Naomi. How much could that help our cause? You know we’re holding on by a string here.” He finished. “Screw you, Randall. I can’t believe you would even ask me to do this. God damn you for this.” I spat back at him; my head in my hands. “The closest thing to an answer that I’m giving you is, I’ll think about it.” “Thank you, Naomi. That’s all I ask.” He responded quietly, and hung up. I sat there for a moment, in disbelief. I couldn’t believe Randall would even ask me to do something like this. I’m actually putting my freedom in jeopardy if I do this. Jeff and Kerry wouldn’t blink at the thought of taking me, right on camera. They were two of the most vindictive, disgusting, Giants I’d ever seen in my entire life. As far as they were concerned, Littles were put on this planet as toys for their amusement. I picked up the phone, and dialed Reggie. “Reggie, I need to get out of town. Now, please.” “Yes, Little Miss, I’ll be there in five minutes.” He responded, hanging up. I grabbed a bag, and my cell and waited out front for him. He pulled up in the usual vehicle. After jumping in, and closing the door, “You know where.” I said quickly. “Yes, and I’ll get us there as quickly as possible.” He said with a nod. “Reggie, how long have you known about this Jeff Biggum invitation?” I asked. “Only an hour or so ma’am. I told Randall I’d only agree to the terms if you had first.” He replied. I smiled, “What happened to Little Miss?” I could see Reggie smile from the rearview mirror. “You seem to be the only one that I can really trust Reggie. How the hell did that happen? Just think about how the hell we met… Just doesn’t quite make sense, does it? I rambled. “Little Miss, you are special to me. You sure do overthink things too much, though. If you do this show I will keep you safe, but I don’t think it’s a good idea; even if it gets CAMOL national coverage. Your safety is too much more important. Little Miss is more important than CAMOL.” Reggie assured. I couldn’t say anything. I just blushed. Reggie had always meant more to me than the rest of them. I stared out the window watching the scenery fly by. After a short time the scenery changed from street signs and colossal buildings, to lush fields and expansive forests. The change alone began to free my mind of poignant thoughts of recent events. Eventually, we arrived at our location and I’d left the vehicle before Reggie had even put it in park. I looked around and the expansive, virescent field of grass and cobalt sky with absolute pleasure. I came to Reggie and gestured for him to come down to my level. He bowed, and I pecked him on the cheek. “You know where I’ll be.” I said not waiting for a response. I took off down a path toward my personal Eden. After a bit of a trek, I came to a stream and smiled. I was close. I followed the stream until I heard the sound of water pounding on rocks below. With this sound, I knew I had arrived. I was looking at a lake of sapphire, with the waterfall feeding it from above. The grass of jade only amplified its beauty. The symphony of crickets, frogs, cicadas, and birds was as harmonious as any song you would hear. After my initial session of taking in of my surroundings, I made my way over to my favorite oak tree, and took a seat. The air was fresh, and the sky was clear… I sat there, blissfully, for a long time. I didn’t need technology, or anyone to keep me company. I just needed this time to myself. I watched the lake’s water ripple as it was hit by the waterfall’s force. I had no concerns of CAMOL, or Jeff Biggum, or anything else for that matter while sitting at the base of the oak tree. Then I heard someone approaching, through the grass, from behind me. “Reggie, this better be important. This is the only time I get to myself.” “Hello Naomi.” Came a voice that I’ll never forget, but most certainly not Reggie’s. I turned around and there she was, Rebecca. ___ The soft breeze tossed her luxuriant, bronze hair, as though fingers ran through it. She wore a white sundress that flicked back and forth in the breeze. The sun had just begun to drop in the sky, and it made her look as though her usually pale complexion was aglow. She was beautiful, but terrified me nonetheless. Fear overtook me. “Re…” I began. “Please, stop,” Rebecca requested, her arm extended in a non-threatening manner. “I’m not here to hurt you.” “I don’t believe you. That’s all you know what to do.” I responded, with a cracked voice. I stood and backed away from her. I was ready to run to Reggie; I knew he would protect me from this monster. I knew I wasn’t going back to that life, and I would do whatever was necessary to get away from her. I could actually see a look of pain in her eyes. “I didn’t even know you were here, Honey. I come here to think.” Rebecca replied. “You’re not the only person that likes alone time…” She said with a raised eyebrow. She was always really good with the half question, half statements. I nodded, to confirm her assumption. “You’re telling me, you had no idea that I was down here?” I inquired. “Not until parked, and I saw Reggie sitting in the car, half asleep.” She retorted, with a bit of a smile. “His neck is probably going to hurt.” I didn’t find the situation nearly as funny as she did, apparently. Reggie did have a tendency to fall asleep when he was bored, so I wasn’t surprised. I stood there staring at Rebecca, intently. If she made one move, I was gone. I felt like a wildebeest ready to take off down the African plain if the lion moved. “I guess I’ll leave.” I stated, as I started moving toward the car. I watched Rebecca, in case she made a move toward me. “Please stay Honey. I’d love to talk.” Rebecca replied. I stopped, turned around, and looked at Rebecca with a raised eyebrow. “What would you ever want to talk to me about?” I countered. “The good old times, where you had me under your control? I don’t come here to reminisce, Rebecca. I come here to be alone, and to think about the present… The future.” “You come somewhere I showed you, brought you to for the first time, and you never think about us?” She retorted, in a patronizing tone. “Honey, I don’t know which person you’re being more dishonest to, me or yourself.” “God damn it Rebecca, I’m not your fucking prisoner anymore. Don’t start that shit with me.” I countered angrily. It was true she had introduced me to this place only a couple weeks after abducting me, but the last thing I wanted to do was think about the “good old times” with her. She seemed a bit surprised by my reaction. I hadn’t shown her a great deal of the “angry Naomi” while under her control, but I wasn’t under her control anymore. I was free, and I intended to keep it that way. I stared at her, with anger burning in my gaze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way Honey. I just didn’t see how you could do that, but please stay and talk with me. I promise I won’t bite.” She said smiling, again. I don’t know what it is about her, or that smile. I nodded, and slowly crept back toward the water. At the water’s edge, I stood and watched the waterfall cascade on to the surface of the lake. The water looked as though it glittered from the coppery light of the setting sun. “I saw the news, and how you’re going to speak to Congress.” Rebecca stated. “What do you really think that’s going to accomplish? Are you trying to be a hero, honey?” I spun around, “It’s Naomi god damn it!” I shouted at her. “No, I don’t think I’m a hero, and I’m not sure what it’ll accomplish, but apparently this fucking world has lost its ability to decipher the difference between right and wrong, and someone needs to wake them the fuck up!” I could tell by the raised eyebrow, Rebecca was a little taken aback by my blow up. I wouldn’t let her or anyone else talk me out of doing this speech, and she would be the last person on the planet that I would be willing to be the voice of reason. “You’re a lot angrier than I remember, Naomi.” She said, emphasizing my name. “Yeah, well, I’m the monster that you and those like you created. I’m right where I should be, and I don’t need someone like you trying to “fix me”. I retorted using my fingers for quotes. “I already have a therapist… Thanks to you and your lackey Francine. Oh, and I better not forget your lover that fucking raped me…” I trailed off. I could feel my face had begun to flush, and with the thoughts of that asshole, I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. Rebecca must have noticed, as well, because she tried to say something, but I stopped her and wiped the tears away angrily. “Oh… Naomi, I’m sorry those things happened. I tried to protect you, and I don’t expect you to forgive me for them, but I never intended…” “Yeah, but they did, and I don’t remember you consoling me much. You just acted like they didn’t happen. You went about your days, normally. I was dying inside and you were happy parading me around like a fucking trophy. You want to know why I’m doing this? That’s why I’m doing this; to stop the beatings, the sexual abuse, the embarrassment that all of us have to endure for the pleasure of animals like you.” I preached to her. She was hurt. I could see it in her face. I had always thought I would feel better if I had the chance to speak my mind to Rebecca, but I didn’t. If anything, it was making me feel worse. If I had to be honest to myself, she had tried to keep me safe. She fired Francine the instant she found out that she had been abusing me, and when she found out that asshole raped me; after a swift kick to the nuts, she had him thrown out of her home. That was when I heard her sniffle. I had never seen her “sad”. She had always been strong when around me. Being the head of a company, she had to be capable of controlling her emotions, and hearing her do that was, on some level, disturbing. “Naomi, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to do after he did that to you. I wanted to cuddle you, and never let out of my arms, but I thought I should act normally, and it might help you forget it.” Rebecca explained through sobs. “I let you down, and you have every right to hate me. I hope, someday, you can forgive me.” She continued. I was stunned. I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t expect her to give an explanation, and more so, never expected her to be so upset about the whole thing. “This is ironic.” I thought to myself. That’s when I heard Reggie running toward us. He must have heard me yelling at Rebecca, and wondered what the hell was going on. He saw Rebecca, still in tears, and then looked at me, with confusion in his eyes. I shrugged my shoulders and waived him off. The sun had begun to lower below the horizon and the sky had become a beautiful viridian. Soon the stars would be out. That was my favorite time to be here. There was no better place to look at the shimmering gems in the heavens, than from my serene spot by the water. Was I really going to be consoling Rebecca while looking at the stars? “Listen Rebecca, there were still a few good times, and I bet that you could be a great mother… To a real child.” I affirmed. “There were?” She questioned, starting to calm down. “Yeah, other than the diapers, the bottles, and the pacifiers, the story at night was always nice.” I explained. Trying to think of something. “Obviously, I love this place…” “Yeah, you were always excited when I brought you here.” She said with a small smile. “You always enjoyed listening to me read you “The Princess and the Pea”, and “Jack and the Beanstalk”.” “See, it wasn’t all bad,” I responded, “and how many times did I fall asleep in your lap while you rocked me in the rocking chair?” “Thank you Naomi.” She replied. We sat in silence for a few minutes. My back was against my favorite oak tree, and I listened to the water crash on the surface of the lake. Rebecca craned her neck to look at me. “I am sorry that I hurt you Naomi. I thought you’d come to enjoy it.” She explained. “I wanted to make you happy, not hurt you.” “I believe you, Rebecca.” I responded. “I’m doing the Jeff Biggum show tomorrow evening.” I blurted out. “Naomi, are you sure that’s a good idea? That man is not a pleasant individual.” She replied. “I need to do it. I didn’t know it, until I talked to you, but I have to do it.” I answered. I looked to the sky and was amazed at how beautiful the night sky had become. It was as clear as I had ever seen it. The gleaming, silver moon stared down upon us, and the stars freckled the ink-black sky. “Do you know the story of Cassiopeia?” I questioned, pointing to the constellation floating above us. “No, just looks like a “W” to me.” Rebecca’s response. “Cassiopeia was an arrogant queen, that believed she was the most beautiful woman in all of creation; more beautiful than the gods, even. This upset Juno, and the other goddesses, so they went to Neptune and he sent a sea monster to destroy her people. Perseus saved the people, and for that he was married to Cassiopeia’s daughter Andromeda. Cassiopeia still got what she had coming to her. When Neptune placed her in the heavens, he placed her upside down to humiliate her.” I explained. “It kind of reminds me of what I’m trying to do. People that are arrogant, and think Littles are less important, and can be used need to get a wakeup call, like Cassiopeia. Unfortunately, I can’t turn them upside down to humiliate them.” Rebecca just chuckled. Weird as it may be, it made me feel better that she wasn’t upset anymore. “Little Miss, I think it’s time to go.” I heard Reggie say from by the lake. “Okay…” I answered. “Rebecca, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it was good to see you.” She looked at me, and smiled. “It was good to see you again, too, Naomi.” I walked over to Reggie, and we trekked back to the car, together. I pulled out my phone and called Randall. “Hello?” Came Randall from the other end. “I’ll do it, Randall. Tell that piece of shit I’ll do the show.” I stated, and then hung up the phone. ___ “That was interesting…” I started, but trailed off. I never would have thought Rebecca and I would ever cross paths again, and if we had I never would have expected it to be civil. “Are you okay, Little Miss? Would you like to talk about it?” Reggie questioned, while looking at me from the rearview mirror. “No…” My only response. I wanted to be capable of saying I still hated her. That I still wanted to see her thrown from a roof top, but if I did, I’d be lying. There was something about that interaction that gave me a new found respect for Rebecca. I truly believed she, and so many other giants, were just naïve to how damaging their actions were. They believed they were helping, at least to some extent. I sat silent, watching the lush fields and emerald trees change to monstrous skyscrapers and hideous concrete surroundings. The sun had begun to fall as we began our trip back to the city and it was nearly dark now. “Reggie, thank you for being such a good friend.” I uttered, lowly. “No, thank you for trusting me Little Miss. We’re back at your building. Would you like me to walk you up to your residence?” He asked. “No, I’ll be okay… I think…” I responded with a wink. Reggie exited the vehicle and moved to my door. He opened it for me and held it while I jumped from the seat. I motioned for him to bend down, and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks for the ride, ya’ big gorilla.” I asserted with a coy smirk, and took off up the stairs toward my apartment. At the top of the stairs I looked back to see him still standing there with a large grin on his face. I worked my way up to the apartment, and unlocked the door. When I opened it, I saw Jameson sitting at the table, watching Jeff Biggum’s show. “Really Jameson? I don’t need to see that asshole’s face right now.” I proclaimed. “Yeah, I bet. He just announced you were going to be on his show tomorrow night. Guess you’re becoming quite the celebrity, huh?” He retorted. I just shook my head in half-hearted disgust. I walked to the refrigerator and grabbed beer. “I’ll be in my office going over my notes for Congress.” I walked to room and closed the door as I took a swig from the bottle. “And people wonder why I drink…” I literally leapt to the seat in front of the desk and opened the folder I had all of the documents and notes for tomorrow in. There were different statistics and analyses stacked in it, as well as, other research about the effects of the drugs used in etiquette schools. The specific information I was looking for was on a chemical compound called Cirinium. I began reviewing the report that Randall had sent me from some scientists, showing its tendency to addict those that use it. The report showed how similar its makeup related to that of heroine, and the dangers of repeated use. “The problem for Littles, they don’t have a choice. The Giants that decide to use the chemical give it to the Little in a milk like substance, without their knowledge. Cirinium puts the Little in a euphoric state, where they are susceptible to suggestions. It has been found to be very common practice in etiquette schools to use both Cirinium and hypnosis to reach a desired effect.” “A form of Cirinium, or at least, something with nearly the same chemical makeup had been used for government espionage. They would force captured spies to take the drug, and then they’d make them carry out bombings or assassinations for them.” “Drug companies have gone so far as to make it possible for Amazons to ingest the drug and via lactation, administer the drug to Littles. This is not without side effects. It is found to cause severe mood swings, abusive tendencies, and in limited cases breast cancer.” ”The most disturbing of all findings, there are no regulations on Cirinium. The FDA does not believe it to be a legitimate threat and will not comment further.” “God, this is so fucked up…” I thought out loud. I had read most of the information in this folder multiple times, and it still made me sick to my stomach when I thought about it. The next report was on the number of deaths caused by the abduction of Littles in the last twelve months. It covered both the suicides, and murders. It also remarked on the number of confirmed attempted suicides. Next was the information on the psychological trauma caused by the abductions. The report showed that Littles had symptoms of PTSD at a rate of 81%, and to suffer from Stockholm Syndrome at a rate of 74%. “The adults that are taken captive have shown many lasting effects (Cognitive, Emotional, and Social).” “The cognitive reactions have shown to be: impaired memory and concentration; confusion and disorientation; flashbacks and memories; denial (i.e. that the event has happened); hypervigilance. “The emotional reactions have shown to be: shock and numbness; fear and anxiety; helplessness and hopelessness; dissociation (feeling numb and ‘switched off’ emotionally); anger (at anybody – perpetrators, themselves and the authorities); anhedonia (loss of pleasure in doing that which was previously pleasurable); depression” “The emotional reactions have shown to be: withdrawal; irritability; avoidance” “Two extreme reactions have also been noted, namely, ‘frozen fright’ and ‘psychological infantilism’. The former refers to a paralysis of the normal emotional reactivity of the individual, and the latter reaction is characterized by regressed behavior such as clinging and excessive dependence on the captors.” Looking at this report made me feel pained. It reminded me of everything that I was going through. I was always on edge, and sleep almost never came… well, unless I’d had about six beers. With that thought I looked at my empty bottle, and decided it was time for me to close my eyes for the night. I hated the thought, but I knew that tomorrow was going to be crazy, and I couldn’t let my guard down. I closed the folder and hopped from the chair. “Tomorrow is going to be… interesting…” With that I shut off my light and lay in my bed. ___ I awoke, for the first time in a very long time without the remnants of a nightmare running through my mind. It surprised me; with seeing Rebecca yesterday I would have expected to have had the worst I’d had in a long time. “Guess I won’t complain…” I thought to myself. I got up and followed my usual routine. Brushing my teeth and then jumped in the shower. The tepid water running over my body cleared my lethargic senses. The flowery scent of the soaps, and blinding light in the bathroom had me ready for what was to come by the time I stopped the water and began to dry my skin with the fluffy towel. I threw some comfortable sweats and a hoody on to start my morning. I was going to be in an uncomfortable business suit all day and wanted a little time to be relaxed before said time. When I walked into the kitchen to start the coffee I could see first copper rays of sunlight beginning to show above the tops of the city’s skyline. The splendid mix of brass and amber was enough to warm my soul. With a bit of a grin I went back to the task of preparing the coffee. With the cackle of the coffee brewing in the background I went to the television to see the news. Thankfully there wasn’t anything that I hadn’t been expecting. There was the usual weather, sports, and as could be expected a few discussions on my address to Congress. Most were saying it was a complete publicity scheme, or just stupid to let a simple Little speak in front of “Adults”, but there were a select few that said it was about time someone spoke up, and maybe Congress was finally waking up to a “new slavery”. “You know you shouldn’t stand that close to the TV. It’s bad for your eyes…” Jameson yawned from behind me. “Are you ever serious?” I retorted. “Only when I have to be… but isn’t that what you love about me?” He said with a smirk. I shook my head with joking condescension, as I went to get my cup of coffee. “The big day’s finally here… I don’t know if I’m so nervous that I don’t feel it, or I’ve finally gotten over the fear.” “You’ll do fine, and you’re going to have that ape, me, and like three other guys watching over you the entire time.” He responded. “Hey! Only I can call Reggie an ape!” I said in mock anger. “You sure seem to be in a good mood this morning… Wouldn’t have expected that.” Jameson said pointedly. “It’s crazy, I saw Rebecca yesterday. We talked for a while, and I seriously think it helped. I don’t think she’s the crazy bitch that I always thought, anymore. Maybe dumb as a box of rocks, but not the villain that I thought. I don’t think it could have happened at a better time. It really opened my eyes, Jameson. I don’t think ALL of these people that take in Littles are monsters. Naïve, no question, but not monsters. Rebecca actually thought she was trying to help. I’m not dumb enough to think someone like Biggum or Vandelhuizen is trying to help. They’re happy watching us suffer. I just think there are a whole lot of Giants out there that just need to be woken up. They have their blinders on, so to speak, and have lived in this world where it’s acceptable to treat Littles this way, so they go along with it. I’m here to wake them up.” I inform him “No shit…? You saw Rebecca yesterday… That’s crazy.” Jameson’s only response. We drank our coffee in silence for the next hour, as we watch the news. That’s when there was a knock at the door. “It’s just the ape…” I said sarcastically. I answered to see Reggie looming over me, holding two clothing bags over his left shoulder. I guessed the one was my clothing for the day, and the other was Jameson’s. He was wearing his best suit, as usual. “Come in my good sir.” I said with a smirk. “Thank you Little Miss.” He responded. “We’ve got coffee going, if you want any…” I said, returning to the television. We sat there in silence for a short time until Reggie decided I should start getting ready, “Don’t you think it would be well advised to start preparations Little Miss?” I looked at the clock, and with a simple nod of agreement stood up and took my now empty cup to the counter. Reggie followed, grabbing my clothes and set the ensemble on my bed. “Good lord Reggie, you planning to dress me, too? I think I’ve got it.” I said sarcastically. I opened the hanging bag to find a business suit. It was slate colored, with the one button jacket and a piped pencil skirt. It was a one button jacket and had a notched lapel, and four-button cuffs. There was also a white dress shirt with it. “Damn… don’t know if I ever had a suit this nice before…” I thought to myself. “If nothing else, I’ll look the part.” I dressed and grabbed a pair of black high-heels from the closet. I went to the bathroom, and put my hair in the most “professional” look I could. I straightened it and it looked good enough to me. When you’re used to having it in a ponytail the majority of the time, you really don’t know what else to do. I put very little makeup on, as usual. A small amount of eye shadow and liner, and a light lipstick on; I was ready to go. I walked back to the living room, where Reggie and Jameson were waiting for me. Jameson was dressed already, and I’d never seen him in a suit. He looked far more presentable than I’d ever seen him. It was slightly humorous, since he was dressed in exactly the same suit Reggie was. “Wow, I have my own security team.” I said caustically. Reggie chuckled, but Jameson rolled his eyes. He hated dressing in anything other than sweats or jeans and a hoodie. “Ready to go, madam?” Jameson asked bowing his head, with a grin. I nodded, and we all made our way to the vehicle. It was a relatively long ride, but we had a lot to talk about before we got there. We needed to go over everything that was going to happen throughout the day; between the speech and the appearance on Jeff Biggum’s program. As far as Reggie was concerned we needed to discuss all security matters, because this very well could be a dangerous day for me, and anyone else involved. We went over all of the things that we found to be pertinent to the day, especially, what Reggie believed we needed to look out for as far as safety. Reggie enlightened me that Randall would be out front of the Capitol, waiting for us. After another twenty minutes we were sitting in front of the Capitol. Well, sort of anyway. There was a crowd of hundreds of people yelling and holding signs in front of the building. “Um, did anyone expect this?” I questioned, “Why the hell didn’t we see this crazy shit on the news this morning?” “Guess they didn’t expect this turn out.” Jameson answered. “Where the hell is Randall?” I asked, not expecting an answer. Reggie shut the engine off, and eventually came around to my door. He opened it and I stepped out as gracefully as I could. Reggie told Jameson to walk behind me, and Reggie was going to walk next to me as we approached the building. “If you see anyone… anything coming at her, you stop it. Do you understand sir?” Reggie asked Jameson with conviction in his voice, and fire in his eyes. “Yeah, I’ve got her back.” He responded, honestly. We began our trek toward the building, where I would be making history; positive or negative, I was going to make history today. Let’s hope it’s not the latter. The people were shouting comments of both support and obscenities at us, and I could see Giants that had brought their Littles with them. Dressed in their “Sunday’s Best”, bulging bottoms and everything else a proper toddler would be expected to have. Most looked horrified, but you could still see the occasional blank stare of those that had gone through etiquette schools or had been drugged into submission. “You’d be a much better baby girl, you little brat!” I heard from the crowd. “Don’t listen to anything you hear, Little Miss.” Reggie reassured me. With a nod, I kept my gaze straight forward as best I could. We made it to the enormous building, with its colossal pillars, and elaborate stone work. There were reporters blurting out questions, but I did my best to ignore them. With the number of them asking it was relatively easy to drown it out. Without a moment’s hesitation we entered. “Wow that was fun…” I uttered derisively. We went through security, and that’s when I saw Randall. “Where the fuck have you been!?” I asked furiously, “You were supposed to be out front, waiting for us.” “I figured you’d be okay with those two. So I waited here.” He replied quietly. “No, you decided you would wait in here in case something happened…” I retorted, angrier than before. I glared at him with all the anger I could muster, “Where do we go?” Without a word he pointed toward a door that said “private”. We walked through the door, and to a private room where I was to wait until my address to Congress. It was approximately an hour, so I told Jameson and Randall to wait outside while Reggie waited with me in the room. Jameson and Randall left. “Thank you Reggie; for everything you’ve done.” I said whole-heartedly. We didn’t say much for the rest of the time. More so, I looked at notes, and he watched me. There was a knock on the door. Reggie answered, and it was a woman letting me know that it was time to go. “Good luck, Little Miss.” Reggie said with a smile, “You’ll do great.” I walked toward a large open door, and onto the stage. There were steps at the podium and I was there. I was about to fight for our people’s, my people’s right to live a happy and safe life. ___ I cleared my throat as I looked out over the massive room of giants. The blinding spotlight on me obstructed my view over the room, slightly. I was surprised to see the number of the Congress people that had showed; the room looked nearly full. “The Zhan Shin monks, in the high mountains of Surana have said, “A man cannot be both a savior and an oppressor. When faced with this he must choose, and choose wisely, for he will face the consequences”. “What happened in Seattle will not be an isolated event if we are not able to come together as a nation and figure this out. What those individuals did is wrong, appalling, and they deserve to be brought to justice as any criminal should be, but with that considered, there is one thing I’d want everyone in this room to consider; something that I was once told, if you back an injured animal into a corner, it will defend itself.” “I will not condone such actions, but it would be a bold-faced lie to tell you I do not understand their decision. As is said, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. They felt mute, and knew it would be heard.” “This battle cannot be won in the dark of night, but must be won in the light of day. Littles have been forced to hide for far too long for the fear of being abducted and stuck in life of infancy. That is the reason that I am here. To show my fellow Littles we are not helpless, we must not bow down to the tyranny that we have been forced to face for far too long. We need stand as one and say “No, we will not fear you any longer”.” “For too long my brothers and my sisters have been forced into what can be best described as slavery, for the simple pleasure of Giants and it must stop! You, Congress, have the ability to make this end, and it is your duty as God fearing men and women to show the citizens of this fine nation that it is wrong. “I’m going to make this short, because we’ve all heard this topic discussed, no fought over for the last few decades and it is time for the oppression of a people to end. We all know, whether we are willing to admit the fact or not, that the abduction of Littles is not an act of kindness, but an act of hatred, a heinous act of persecution.” “We’ve all heard the ridiculous accusations and supposed facts that groups like ELNAP and its counterparts throw around; nearly all have zero scientific data to substantiate. Let’s go over a few bits of legitimate data, shall we?” “We have provided all of the data, and much more, in the files lying in front of you. The mind control data is what I would like to discuss. Hypnosis is already, by law, illegal, and yet has been found to be used in 14 establishments, better known as etiquette schools in this state alone. It is estimated that there are 43 in this nation that still use it openly. The law is not enforced. Records show there have only been 8 fines, for a total of $37,000 in the last 18 months. When it is being used openly, how is it that there are so few fines? These establishments should be closed by now, if nothing else being fined to the point they can’t keep their doors open. Then there is the ease of the individual buying hypnosis programs. My team was able to go to stores such as Littles ‘R Us and Forever Kids and find the resources within minutes. Laws don’t matter if you don’t enforce them, ladies and gentlemen.” “Then there’s Cirinium laced products. Cirinium is a disgusting product that warps the mind. Some of you may even know it from being in the military. For those that don’t, this drug is used to “train” Littles into the perfect little child. Amazons can take this themselves and through lactation administer it. This has the possible side effect of breast cancer! All to warp the mind of an abducted Little. It is not monitored by the FDA and can be sold openly and freely.” “Let me explain more directly. Cirinium was used in espionage to force captured spies to work for our country. They would drug these individuals until they had no capacity for logical thought and make them work for us. Or worse, they would utilize them for suicide missions. Who cares if an enemy’s man is killed, right? The use of this chemical was banned by the United Nations thirteen years ago, and with very little modification is used on Littles. More directly to the topic, please, someone, explain to me how putting your life in danger to destroy the mind of another can be considered an acceptable act of humanity… How has the FDA not stepped in to say this is unacceptable for a woman to give themselves cancer, or to warp the mind of a living human?” “Please, everyone turn to page twenty-four. These are the most disturbing statistics that we will cover. The deaths that have been related to the topic at hand. There have been twenty-seven deaths linked to the abduction of my people in the last twelve months. That’s thirteen suicides by Littles, with seven of those confirmed to have murdered their captors prior to taking their own lives. The other seven have been attributed to attempts of saving those Littles that had been taken captive. I want every single individual to consider those numbers. Twenty-seven deaths that have been confirmed to be directly attributed to Littles being held in captivity as though they were pets. How many deaths have been overlooked, or hidden from public eye? Those lives have been wasted, and we will never know what those people could have provided our society.” “As stated, I’ll keep this short. I’ll leave the longwinded speeches to you politicians. A few generations ago Littles weren’t looked at as such vulnerable creatures. In fact, during the Great War, just over 60 years ago, they were called upon to defend this nation we call home. My grandfather was one of those Littles. I remember hearing the stories of his trials, both from him, and his fellow soldiers he called friends. Those friends… they were Giants, just like you.” “There’s one story specifically that I’m going to tell you. While in the Relands Plateau, where they were stationed, their camp was ambushed. He was a simple cook at the time and no one thought much about him; just a stupid, weak Little, but after this they thought a whole lot differently. The enemy had them surrounded and when the Giants were under fire, my grandfather found a rifle and shot seven of the enemy, saving nine of our men. “ “I heard so many stories of my grandfather’s heroism and acts of selflessness from the men he still called friends that it gave me, as a child, nightmares. I remember watching my grandfather, whiskey in hand talking to these men, talking about sports, politics, and anything else under the sun. Because of that great man I didn’t even know there was the problem there is until he was on his deathbed.” “I want every one of you to consider that. A helpless Little saved the life of nine soldiers, and became lifelong friends when he was given the chance. With that, I say good day and thank you for your time.” I stepped from the podium and exited the stage to where Reggie had been waiting for me. He was smiling from ear to ear, like the Cheshire Cat. “Wonderful job Little Miss. Biggum better be ready for you, or he’s going to wish he was never born.” Reggie exclaimed. Once out of view of Congress, I ran to Reggie and clutched him. I was shaking. I couldn’t believe I had actually done it. It was seriously the scariest thing I had ever done. I was carrying the weight of an entire people on my shoulders and just called out Congress! “Really? Are you sure? I don’t think that’s going to make any difference. They’re just going to say it’s a big circus to appease the people against this shit.” I said gripping him. I never wanted to let him go. The worst part was, I knew I had just pissed off a lot of really powerful people, and God knows what the hell they would do..?” ___

Thanks to a wonderful member the full story that I had written, thus far, will be back very soon I remember Rebecca being appalled with the gag in my mouth when she came in to see me, as her baby girl, for the first time. She unstrapped it, tossed it in the trash can, and coddled me as though I was a child. She told me it would never happen again… Ever. She walked around the room showing me all of the “wonderful” toys she had bought for me, and I just remember being sick to my stomach. The rest of that day consisted of Rebecca never letting me out of her sight. Whether she had me stuck in the play pen, high chair, or a bouncer; I was in her sight. The only positive memory I have from that day is hearing her lose her mind on Francine. She couldn’t believe she had done something so inhumane to “her” baby girl, as she stuck that disgusting contraption in my mouth. She said something to the effect that if she ever did it again she would make Francine walk around the office all day with it in her mouth. I’m pretty sure I smiled. As you’d expect, they made me use the diapers for everything and it was one of the most disturbing actions of my life. There’s no positive to the whole thing, but Rebecca did make a point to make sure I was changed instantly. She always said I was “far too cute to be that dirty” or some shit like that. That night was the first time in twenty or more years I was given a bath, as she would nearly every night thereafter. Rebecca would give me a bath, paying special care to my hair. The embarrassment that an adult feels at those moments cannot be described with words Jameson. This woman was so nice, but so damn screwed up in the head. They all are. She’d brush my hair after drying me off, and make me count to 20 for one side, and then the other. “To help me learn to count”. She always watched me brush my teeth, diaper me, and put me down to sleep. She would read me a story before bed, too. Her favorite story was “The Three Little Bears”. I felt myself smile a bit at the mention of Rebecca reading me her story, but quickly replaced it with a more serious look. “She’d be a wonderful mother, but why the hell did she have to ruin my life?” The next three months went with me being miserable, yet, without anything really unexpected. I tried to figure out different ways to escape, but this woman seemed to have thought of everything. Every time I thought I had a plan, I found out that it wouldn’t work. Francine was evil to me. I could always tell if she had a bad day with Rebecca, because she took it out on me. She’d punish me in disgusting ways. After I had messed, she’d put me in the bouncer for an hour or more to be more specific. She had bought a new gag without telling Rebecca, and would use it any time she felt the urge. She told me she’d kick the shit out of me if I told Rebecca. She would spank me until I’d be bawling, anytime she thought the swelling would be down in time for Rebecca to not notice. Everything got worse three months later. Rebecca met some doctor and he lived to make my life hell. He’d be the first to offer to feed me, and then he’d purposely get it all over me. He’d tell Rebecca that it was my fault and she’d believe him, which led to corner time, or early bedtimes often. He’d offer to change me, and the few times that Rebecca allowed him to he’d do… things… I could feel my face begin to flush. After Rebecca had been with him for a month, she would have him stay over every once in a while. The fourth time; I remember it specifically; he came into my room when I was asleep. He woke me up, to check my diaper, he said. I was dry, but he started taking my diaper off anyway… When I gave him a questioning look, he strapped the gag from Francine around my head. “He raped me, Jameson! These people say they love us and that’s what drives them to abduct us; one took pleasure in beating the hell out of me, and the other did… that… I’m going to stop them if it kills me.” The tears were running down my face openly. I hadn’t told many people since I’d escaped, and it brought back the memories... more accurately, the terrors of what that monster had done to me. He told me he’d steal me away, and kill me if I ever told Rebecca. “I was his toy now”. The only reason it stopped was because the last time he was doing it, Rebecca caught him. Rebecca called the police and, from what I understand, the bastard is getting what he deserves. That was the only time I needed Rebecca. She held me all night, and anytime she tried to move I’d hold her tighter. After a month of torture, he was gone. That night I told her what Francine had been doing to me, as well. Needless to say, Francine was looking for employment the next day. I started going to work with Rebecca, every day, for the next month. She told me that she was looking for a replacement for Francine, but I don’t know if she actually was, because she had a permanent playpen installed in her office. She had a changing station in her bathroom. She was big on talking afternoon walks, and I found myself in a stroller, rolling down the sidewalks, and through the park on a nearly daily basis. She would stop at her favorite coffee shop with me, Romena’s, every Friday to get her caramel macchiato and get me chocolate milk. I don’t know what the hell they put in that stuff, but it’s the best stuff I’ve ever had. If I wasn’t so afraid that they’d recognize me I might stop to get some. I swear she did everything she could to make me the center of attention when we were out in public. She’d start conversation with a random mother at the park, just so she could talk about me. When she was walking me through the lobby of her building, she’d make me wave to everyone. I still don’t know if she was trying to show me off, embarrass me, or what, but I know I hated every minute. I saw Reggie every day, and every day I saw that same look of anguish on his face. I couldn’t figure it out. He helped them do this to me, but he looked like he was dying inside every time he saw me, as miserable as I was. My daily routine had become pretty simple. I’d wake up to Rebecca standing over me; unfortunately, wet on many occasions, Rebecca would change me and take me to the rocking chair for “breakfast”. She had started taking drugs so she would lactate, and she made me breastfeed. She thought it was a bonding experience; I thought it was the most degrading action I’ve ever been forced to do. After I was done with that she would take me down for the rest of my breakfast before getting me dressed to accompany her to work. Once she had me ready, she’d have me strapped into the car seat and off to the office we’d go. I spent the majority of the day in the playpen, trying to keep myself occupied, which isn’t exactly easy when you’ve got nothing but stuffed animals and baby toys to keep you entertained. She didn’t appreciate it when I told her anything like an adult anymore, and completely ignored me when I tried telling her I wanted to use the restroom, so I had no choice but to use the diapers right in front of her when I was stuck in that playpen. Nearly every day we went on a walk through the park. Fridays we stopped at Romena’s and she got the coffee while I tried to hide my face. We’d return to the office, and I’d take a nap. An hour later would be about time for her to go to an afternoon meeting, and her secretary to come in and watch after me. Five o’clock rolled around and we’d go home together; every day but Wednesdays. She always had a late meeting Wednesday evenings, so she would call Reggie to fetch me. He’d send for a car to take me home. I had a nanny to take care of me for a couple hours on those evenings. When Rebecca got home, she’d feed me in the high chair, “Only the best for her little cutie”. She’d take me up to the bath and to brush my hair. When that was done she’d carry me to my room and put me in a diaper, and whatever cutesy outfit she wanted me to sleep in. She’d take me over to the rocking chair for another degrading breastfeeding, and then she’d take me to my crib. Then Rebecca would grab her favorite story of the night and start reading to me. After six months, it was hard to keep my eyes open through the whole story, and I was usually half asleep by the time she closed the cover. She always made sure to give me a kiss on the forehead and a ,”Good night my beautiful NaNa”. It might sound weird, but I think Rebecca tried her best to be accommodating in her own, demented way. She was willing to take time to read me a story before naptime and bedtime, she made sure I ate well, and she made sure I was as comfortable as I could be; at least for being in such an uncomfortable situation. She never tried to mutilate me like so many of these giants do to the littles they abduct, never tried to drug me, and never tried to warp my mind. A month after sitting in that playpen every day my world got thrown for a loop, again. This time I thank god for it happening. It was just another Wednesday up until Rebecca called Reggie to come get me. He took me down to the garage as usual, but on the way down I heard him say, “We’re on our way, be ready…” When we exited the doors there was a different car than usual. He opened the door, and there was no car seat; I just looked back at his strong face, and for the first time in six months he was smiling. “Consider this an apology Little Miss.” Is all he said as he buckled the belt and closed the door. Then I heard a familiar voice, “Long time, no see Naomi.” It was Randall. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. They had saved me. Randall told me that Reggie had gotten in touch with them, and had given them the specifics on how they would be able to save me from what I’d had to endure for the last months. Randall also told me that he and Michelle had started CAMOL and there were already a large number of members; members that you’d never expect. Giants, inbetweeners, littles, and all were fighting for the same thing. To help littles stay free. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ “That’s one hell of a reason to have a grudge.” Jameson uttered with a look of disbelief. “Jameson, what I went through is nothing compared to what some Littles,” I replied, “Too many are forced to go to what are referred to etiquette schools, where their minds are warped. They are made to believe that it is the only way a Little is meant to live. They are actually trained to lose their bladder and bowel control. They are “taught” that the people that abduct them are doing it out of love and sympathy, not out of arrogance, or in some cases hatred. I was a successful business woman, and Rebecca didn’t think I should be, so what did she do; she forced me to be her baby. It’s that simple.” I grabbed the now cold coffee off of the table and, using the stool, dumped it in the sink. I rinsed the mug and set it on the counter and stepped down. “I can’t understand it,” I stated, “I’ve tried a million times, but it still evades me. As a people and country, we’ve gotten through war, drought, and famine as one nation and stayed strong because we did it together; all of us together. How can they not understand how sick it is if they have to warp a mind to the point of being nothing but a mindless drone, for that individual to accept it? You saw that poor guy, Jackie, he was mortified to be seen on television, but… oh, wait… she loves him so much that she parades him around making him feel like a dumbshit. That’s love at the deepest level, right?” I started feeling my rage begin to flare again. “Naomi, I think most of these people have gotten to the point where they’ve come to accept it… They think it’s okay, and they just don’t question it. It’s our job to make them understand how sick it is.” Jameson responded with a shrug. “Jameson, that’s such a fucking cop-out. Anyone with half a brain knows that making someone do something like that, against their will, and then tell them they’re too stupid to know any better, is just fucking wrong!” I retorted louder than necessary. “Naomi, I’m on your side, so take it down a notch… And don’t forget we’re not alone. We’ve got quite a few people that agree with us, and we’re waking people up. I’m not arguing with you, at all. We just have to make sure we keep our cool anytime we talk about this.” Jameson answered. “How many times have I stepped in when some condescending woman, or guy, asked you where your mommy was? Let’s not forget the one time I got punched in the mouth, because of your big mouth. That’s definitely the last time I go to a bar with a drunk Naomi.” Jameson said with a crooked smile. I could feel my cheeks go crimson from his reference to the drunken argument I had gotten into with an Amazonian woman two weeks earlier. She had made the poor decision to ask me why a “little cutie” like myself was in such an adult place, after I’d had a few too many beers. She didn’t like my response much, to put it lightly. “C’mon, you keep bringing that up Jameson. I appreciate you playing the knight in shining armor… Again… But really she was trying to spank me in a friggin’ bar. You didn’t have to call her a crazy bitch, either. Her husband only punched you because of that.” I retorted. “Yeah, that might be true.” He answered, as we both laughed. There was a knock at the door. I looked at Jameson with a bit of confusion and a bit of concern. Jameson looked a bit startled as well. We’d gotten more than a few death threats since they had released my name as one of the leaders of CAMOL. I was always slightly on edge when the phone rang, or there was a knock at the door. Jameson stood up and walked to the door. He looked through the peephole and I saw a sense of ease come over him. He moved to unlock the door and turned the knob to let whoever it was, in. “Who is…” I started. I saw the figure, and I started running toward the door. Reggie had come over to see us. “Little Miss…” Reggie exclaimed, as I leapt into his arms. “C’mon, you big gorilla, you always call me that.” I replied with a chuckle, still clutching him. It’s ironic, I couldn’t stand when he called me that when I was Rebecca’s captor, but now, not only does it not bother me, it always gets a smile out of me. After he helped save me we almost never went more than two days without staying in touch, but he had been out of town. He had been with a team dealing with some negotiations the last three weeks and it was awful not being able to talk to the big ape. He, officially, joined CAMOL right after my escape. Reggie set me down, between him and Jameson. “It’s been too long since we talked, you big goofball.” I stated, giving him a bit of a jab to the thigh, and a pout. I wouldn’t admit the latter. “That is true, and I wish I were here on a better note.” He responded. Both Jameson and I gave him a confused look, but said nothing. He walked to the coffee table, grabbed the remote for the television, and turned the channel to CNN. They were showing footage of a building that was in flames. There were fire trucks fighting the fire, and police standing keeping people back. The blaze had overtaken the entire building, which turned out to be an automated daycare. “Luckily, there were no injuries, but the building is expected to be a total loss. It hasn’t been confirmed, but initial reports; police believe this to be an act by a group opposed to the adoption of Littles.” Were the words that came from a reporter on the television. “It seems that a vehicle was driven through the entrance, and there was an explosion afterwards.” “What the hell is this!?” I asked. “Where the fuck did this happen? Who the hell did it?” “It happened in Seattle, Little Miss." Reggie responded. “This couldn’t have happened at a worse time, god damn it!” I said, shaking my head. “I go in front of Congress in less than forty-eight hours, and some jerkoffs decide to blow up a daycare. How the hell do they think this is going to help anything? Making those that fight the abduction of Littles look like terrorists… That makes us look good. We have to make sure we show how appalled we are by this.” “We know the group that did it. They approached us two months ago, wanting to join CAMOL. We turned them down when they told us they were open to using violence to make their point. I guess they weren’t kidding.” Reggie responded, staring at the television glumly. From the helicopter’s camera you could see the bed of a pickup sticking out of the entrance of the building. “CAMOL has already released a statement that they had no involvement in the act, and they cannot condone such acts of violence under any circumstances,” The reporter on the television continued. “The police stated there is no evidence they had any involvement, but they are not ruling the organization out.” “We’ve got to make an official, public, statement. We can’t let this hamper our efforts. Not as hard as we’ve worked, and not when we have so many people’s freedom on the line.” I retorted. “I’ll give it, if necessary, but we have to do it.” I turned around to look at Reggie and Jameson. “Get someone to start writing a statement… and get it done, now! We’re getting past this, even if some dipshits are going to try ruining it for us.” “I’ll have someone start on it right now Little Miss.” Reggie answered, with a nod of agreement. “And before I forget, channel seven has requested an interview before your address to Congress.” “Let them know I’ll do it. It’ll be a good time to give a statement. I’ll have you accompany me, Reggie. Don’t want anything to happen…” I replied. “Right now I’ve got to get going, to see Doc Carlson.” Doctor Carlson is the psychiatrist I’d been seeing since they rescued me from Rebecca’s captivity. She saw me once a week now. Without another word I went to my room and changed into a simple blouse, jeans, and tennis shoes. I put a bit of makeup on, but nothing extravagant. I wasn't much for making myself ‘stick out’. When done I grabbed my purse, told Jameson goodbye, and met Reggie at the front door. We walked to his vehicle together. Reggie opened the rear door and assisted me in. The worst part of being a Little, booster seats are necessary if you’d like to be capable of seeing out the windows. I hopped into it, and Reggie closed the door and jumped into the driver seat. We were on our way to see Doc Carlson. “Reggie, I’ve been wondering…” I started, “what made you change? Why’d you help rescue me?” “I finally paid attention. I’d turned a blind eye to the treatment of wonderful people like you for so long that I’d become immune, but something about you; your spirit woke me up, Little Miss.” He retorted. I smiled as he looked at me through the rearview mirror. I didn’t need to say anything. Nothing was said for the rest of the drive. When we arrived Reggie assisted me in exiting the vehicle and closed the door. We stood in front of a massive building, straight off of Wall Street. The stone pillars stood next to the front door, looking even more massive to the Little. Carlson was a very well-known and renowned psychologist. Her reputation and career would probably be over if it was known she was a member of CAMOL. We entered Carlson’s office, informed the receptionist, and took a seat. After a short wait I was being led to Carlson’s office, and she knew this was probably going to be a bit less than pleasant. Doc had been pressing how important it was for me to stay calm, especially with all of the extra stress I’m being put under with the address to Congress coming up. “This one is gonna suck.” I thought out loud. “Why is that Ms. Reynolds?” I heard from behind me. I quickly swung around to see Dr. Carlson looking at me with a raised eyebrow. She approached the chair next to me and took a seat. She opened her laptop that she had been carrying. She typed away at a few things and then looked up at me, setting her laptop on an end table. “So Ms. Reynolds, how have things been? Are you still having the nightmares?” She asked. I nodded. “I can’t get them out of my head. They’re so real…” “It’s common for patients with PTSD to have vivid nightmares Naomi. We’re going to work through it, and they’ll stop.” Her response. “I know, but how am I supposed to be a leader when I’m afraid to close my eyes at night? I want to be strong for everyone, show them I can be the one to us “Littles”, but I don’t know how to do it. The anger I feel, how much I hate Amazons that tell me how cute I am. Then I get told I have to talk to them politically correct… I don’t know if I can. I could see myself going postal before being civil with those monsters.” I retorted. “Forgiveness is something that you need to consider Ms. Reynolds. It’s the hardest thing you can work on, but it is also the greatest healer. You can still fight for your freedom while working on forgiving those that have done you wrong.” Her logical, yet unpleasant response. Our appointment went on for an hour, and as I suspected, it was painful. When we were done we said our goodbyes until next week, and I met Reggie in the lobby. We started walking to the vehicle; on the street I saw a Little in a stroller, being pushed by a voluptuous, middle aged, brunette Amazon. It wouldn’t have been anything new, but the brunette decided to stop when she saw me. “Well hello beautiful!” She said bending down to face level. “You sure are a cutie. How do you not have someone taking care of you?” Reggie started moving toward us and I waved him off. The brunette didn’t even seem to notice, or just paid no attention. Reggie gave me a concerned look; he knew I was never in a very good mood after seeing Doc. “Look lady, I just got done seeing my doctor, and I’m in a really shitty mood, and I’ve got no time for this shit.” I said, starting to push past her. She looked dumbfounded, yet, not startled. She grabbed my hand as I was just about out of her reach. “Little girls don’t talk like that.” “Lady, you’re going to want to let me go… if you want to keep that arm intact.” My only response. She looked disgruntled, but didn’t let go. “Have it your way. Reggie…” Reggie came from out of view, grabbed her hand, and pried it open so I could remove it. “He didn’t hurt you did he?” I asked. She shook her head, looking at him with fear in her eyes. He let go of her hand, and nodded his head. “Walk away or it can change.” I retorted. She turned around to push her stroller again, but it was no longer there. Reggie had grabbed the Little and stroller, and they were now in the car. We got in the vehicle and were off to HQ. The new passenger looked at us with wonder in his eyes, but couldn’t say anything, because he had a pacifier strapped into his mouth. I gestured for him to come closer and I unstrapped it. “Thank you…” His only words. We rode in silence for most of the trip to our main office, situated in a warehouse, where we would not attract any unneeded attention. The Little that sat beside me was wide eyed, and in disbelief that he no longer was bound to his stroller. I turned my attention to him, “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” I inquired. He simply shook his head. No words were needed, and I didn’t want to push the topic. I remembered what I had felt like after being freed; the mixed emotions of unknowing. “Can it be true? What’s going to happen? Who are these people?” I at least had the saving grace of knowing the ones that rescued me from my captivity. We pulled up to the front doors and Reggie parked the car. He exited and started opening the new passenger’s door, when the Little jumped into my lap. He had tears in his eyes, and had begun to sob. I waved Reggie off and he closed the door. “What the hell did they do to you?” I ask rhetorically. I sat there with the oversized toddler for a few minutes, consoling him, letting him know he was going to be okay now. We had saved him from the monsters that had hurt him, and we were going to help him get better again. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, “You promise?” “Promise.” I answered. It was strange being the therapist, not the patient. It felt good, but there was an extra weight that I wasn’t really ready for. I moved him off of me, and opened my door. I jumped down and reached up for his hand. His sniffles still very audible brought back memories of Reggie leading me from the hell I had endured. This is why I had decided to take this position of leader and not the position of follower. I can take this weight; I just need to think of people like him. He took my hand and I closed the door. “I’m Johnny.” He said meekly. “Johnny, I’m Naomi, and this Citizens Against the Mistreatment of Littles, or CAMOL for short.” “Hehe, like the animal?” Johnny asked with a snicker. “Not exactly, but it sounds like it, huh?” I answered. “Um, Miss Naomi, can I ask you a question?” Johnny inquired. “Please, just Naomi. Go ahead, ask away.” I responded. “Umm, can I have my blankie? I miss it.” He asked quietly, looking at the ground. I’d seen this many times before. That bitch had put this guy through etiquette school! I should have had Reggie break her arm. They use hypnosis among other disgusting techniques to destroy Little’s minds in those places. “That’s no problem.” I answered, acting undisturbed. “Reggie, can you please grab Johnny’s blankie for him, and while you’re at it, why don’t you take the rest of his stuff inside too?” I gestured for Reggie to open the trunk and grab the things. A second later Johnny was in possession of his beloved blankie, still clutching my hand, and we were walking into the building. He was calm and that was truly all that mattered at this moment. Reggie was quickly behind us, carrying the stroller, a diaper bag, and a stuffed teddy bear that must have been in the stroller with Johnny. “Okay Johnny, I’m going to introduce you to a really good friend of mine. Her name is Dr. Sampson. So, follow me and we’ll go see her, okay?” I said to him calmly, with a slight smile. “Naomi, I don’t like doctors; they’re mean. Mommy used to take me to doctors and they always poked me, and did other stuff.” I took a deep breath as I felt my anger start to rise. That Amazonian hag had been taking him to one of the “clinics”. The only “tests” they run are going to either destroy a Little’s brain, or mutilate them. I turned to look straight into Johnny’s eyes. “Johnny, I will not allow anything bad to happen to you here. As long as you’re here you are safe as can be. I promise. Dr. Sampson is just going to do a small checkup, and I’ll be in the other room. You’re going to be okay.” I responded reassuringly. He gave a modest nod and grasped his blankie with one hand, while firmly clenched my hand with the other. We quietly walked past door after door, until we reached Dr. Rachael Sampson’s office. I opened the door, and there was a very domineering Amazonian woman sitting in at a desk. Her hair was black as coal flecked with gray, and thick rimmed glasses covered her aged brown eyes. Her lips were pursed as she seemed to be deeply in thought. “Ah, Ms. Reynolds… Your most recent liberation I suspect?” Giving a slight nod to Johnny. “Yes doctor. Can you please give Johnny a quick look over, you know, to make sure he’s in good health?” I requested. “Shouldn’t be a problem,” she started, “you know the drill.” I smiled at Rachael to say thank you, and reached for Johnny’s hand. He took it without question, and we moved through the door at the far side of her office. It was a makeshift examination room. We made do with what we had available to us, and being in an old warehouse we didn’t exactly have a hospital room. There was the examination table, scale, eye chart, and all of the usual things. We also had an extra table in there… for changing diapers. One thing about newly acquired “liberations” as the doctor called them, there were a lot of diapers to be changed at the beginning. “The doctor will be in, in just a couple seconds. Sit tight.” I told him with a reassuring grin. “She’s really nice.” Dr. Sampson entered, and she introduced herself to Johnny more directly this time. That was my queue to make an exit. I’d been holding my emotions long enough. “Doc, you have this? I’m going to grab myself some coffee. It’s been a helluva morning. Call me on my office phone when you’re done.” I suggested. “Yes, that’s fine. I’ll have Jan join me if we need any assistance.” She replied. “Johnny, you’re in really good hands, and I’m really close. Don’t be scared. We’re here to help.” I said while making a quick exit. “That bitch needs to be hung by her neck.” I thought to myself. “That poor guy has to be at least a few months into “conditioning” at that fucking school.” I could feel the tears rolling down my cheeks as I stared at the floor, making my way to coffee machine. “These people are going to stop, I don’t give a damn what I have to do.” I poured myself a cup of coffee, and headed to an office that I shared with Michelle, previously my old boss, and now partner in freeing an entire people. I sat at my desk, waiting to hear my phone ring, and let me know they were done with Johnny. I laid my head on the desk, waiting for the phone to announce they were done. I sat there in Rebecca’s favorite nightgown for me. It was the most hideous thing I’d ever seen in my life, covered in pink frills and lace, Minnie Mouse smiling from ear to ear, and the words “Mommy’s Baby Girl” embroidered on the front. The diaper she had put me in just fifteen minutes earlier had already begun to feel constricting to me, like it was sucking the very maturity from my being. I could hear Rebecca humming a chipper tune in the adjoining kitchenette of my nursery, preparing my bedtime bottle, and that meant way more Mommy and Baby alone time than I care to have. Eventually, she approached me, with a loving smile, and carried me to her favorite rocking chair. She sat down, propping my head in her arm, and moved the nipple to my lips. I’d fought this battle far too many times to know there was no winning, so I just took it. I nursed as quickly as I could. I wanted to get this over with, and finishing was the only way for that conclusion. Finally the bottle was empty; she put me over her shoulder, and gently began to pat my back. With a belch she picked me up and to her it was story time. She began reading her favorite story to me, and that’s when I began to feel my eyes flutter. She must have noticed because she didn’t take the time to finish the story. She laid me in my crib, covered me with my blanket, and leaned over… I jolted up. The phone was chirping. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. “That bitch has still got me in her grip.” I reached for the phone and it was Dr. Sampson. “You need to come see me. Johnny’s evaluation is done, and it’s not great.” Rachael said flatly. As I said earlier… By far my favorite addition to this point.

I for one wasn't criticizing. I'm just trying to understand. There is so much conflict in much of this writing it's hard to understand how "dark" it's supposed to be.... Just so the content is from my own brain, Wrong is Wrong shows so much conflict. Now that I've been shown half of the story is missing it's hard to show how emotionally dark it got... but as was suggested earlier write if your so unhappy with what people are churning out. I see Personalias on here and have a fanboy moment everytime.....