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Chapter Twenty-Six The journey after leaving Fayetteville was much smoother - Kinsley had switched to mostly instrumental music, guitars and synthesizers. They had pulled over a couple of times for a cuddle break on that second half of the drive. Kinsley would pull into a rest stop and unbuckle Bree, scooting the seat back and just holding her. She was thankful for those moments, the closeness that kept the panic away. Kinsley seemed to have an uncanny sense for when it was starting to bother her, offering comfort almost before Bree realized she was uncomfortable herself. Bree didn't bother to ask Kinsley if she could use the bathroom. After the first rest stop, she felt the need... and she let go. The diaper grew warm and Bree found herself idly touching the plastic backing from time to time. In a strange way, it provided an unexpected comfort all its own. She knew that Kinsley would take care of her, that Kinsley would change her. She also knew that Kinsley would be cross with her for asking. This is normal for you now. Bree had never been to Raleigh, but she hated how crowded it felt. The roads felt denser, the buildings more imposing, even the trees felt too tall. She wanted more than anything to be in Kinsley's lap. But now that they were in Raleigh proper, those breaks just to cuddle were much less likely. The warmth in her diaper was fading, leaving it simply soggy. She tried not to look at the world around her, following Kinsley's suggestions just relaxing, resting her eyes, listening to the music. She didn't open her eyes again until the car stopped. The towering, multi-storied brick buildings seemed to hunch over the streets, a dozen window-eyes glaring at her. Everything around was unknown, and felt dangerous. This wasn't safe, and Bree wanted to get out of there, to get back to the familiar. The neighborhood looked like the kind of place where you couldn't trust the cops or the locals - both were dangerous to queer folk unless they adopted you as the "neighborhood oddball". A soft whimper rose in her throat as the music ended, as Kinsley began climbing out of the car. She felt incredibly vulnerable in her barely concealed diaper, in a short dress that looked like it belonged on a toddler. "Climb in the back." Kinsley's tone was clear, this wasn't a request. Bree scrambled, wondering if there was some danger she hadn't seen. A yelp escaped her as the passenger door opened before she had gotten settled. She sat her butt down quickly with a crinkle and a squish, smoothing her skirt out and looking around. At the woman with long, dirty brown hair who climbed into the passenger seat. Her black t-shirt was paint-stained, proclaiming "My people skills are just fine, it's my tolerance for idiots that needs work." The back door beside her opened shortly after, Kinsley hefting a duffel bag at Bree - who could only blink as she caught it. "Thank you so much, Kins." Her accent was bizarre, high pitched and lilting. Bree expected her to end her sentence with Dontcha Know. "Of course, sugar. You're a Doll, and that means you're family." "Well it really means a lot to me. I mean, really. I had no idea that David was going to flip on me like that... " The woman, Jo, slumped in her seat, putting a hand over her face. "Maybe I'm not cut out to live in the 'real world', Kins. It keeps falling apart... " "Josephine Elizabeth." Bree sat straight up at the tone. She knew that tone. But Kinsley wasn't even talking to her. The blonde reached over and buckled Jo's seatbelt, a stern look on her face. "Now you're just insulting me. You think I was wrong about you? That you can't make it?" Bree couldn't help but notice that Jo had started sitting a little straighter as well. "No Kinsley... " That tone. That chastised, sullen tone. Bree had heard it from Faith, from Lila, from her own lips. She watched as Kinsley leaned over, planting a soft kiss to Jo's forehead. "Let's go home. You can stay with us while you get back on your feet again. I know you're ready for the world, my dear - but you're forgetting one of the lessons you learned." Bree blinked, as visions of herself being moved to the cage permanently spiderwebbed across her brain. Of Jo getting her room, of the last vestiges of her being human in the Dollhouse vanishing. She whimpered unconsciously, wanting nothing more than to be held in that moment. Jo sounded unsure. "Perfect is the enemy of good?" She sat up as the car pulled back onto the road. "Life is harder at the bottom." There was an edge to the words, a tightness that Bree didn't recognize. A piece of Kinsley she had yet to see. "At the bottom you have nothing, so what can you use to climb up? It's a lot easier to reach the top if you started in the middle. And the middle feels just as impossible to the bottom as the peak does to the middle." Sabrina didn't miss the backwards glance that Kinsley shot her as they pulled into a gas station. "Peanut butter Snickers?" "You remembered!" Jo laughed, a surprisingly musical sound, the clear tinkling of chimes in the wind. "Yes please!" When Kinsley left the car, so did the remaining shreds of Bree's comfort. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself yet. I'm having a bit of a bad day, I hope you'll forgive me." Jo turned, facing Bree through the gap between the front seats. "I'm Jo. What's your name?" "I'm Bree... " Sabrina looked down, not understanding why she felt scared of this new person. She seemed nice enough, her smile seemed kind... but looks could be deceiving. "Um, hi. I'm sorry that you're having a bad day." Bree nearly jumped out of her skin at the gentle hand that rested on her knee. Jo's nails were ragged, chipped, her fingertips calloused. "You're going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. I'm scared too, but ultimately - I trust Kinsley." Frozen, Bree sat there, unsure of what to do. Outside, Kinsley pumped gas before heading into the station. Jo never let go, never pressed, just rested her hand gently on Bree's leg, waiting. With effort, Bree made eye contact with Jo, looking into those guileless green eyes. She was being completely sincere. She was laying her cards on the table and showing her entire hand. Bree felt the fear that twisted her chest into knots relax, felt her anxiety slip away just a small amount. "How long were you with the Dolls? How long ago did you leave?" A sad smile showed itself on Jo's face. Calloused fingers gave the slightest squeeze to Bree's leg. "We'll talk about that all later. It's not my place right now. Just... it's gonna be okay. Okay?" "Okay... " "What's okay?" Kinsley asked, slipping back into the driver's seat. She tossed something at Jo, then at Bree, who fumbled it and had to recover the object from the floor. A package of... "Jerky?" She cocked her head to one side, confused. Kinsley smiled knowingly, firing up the engine and pulling back onto the road. "It's a great treat for pets." Jo said with a small laugh, shaking her head as she tore open the candy bar. Sabrina's cheeks burned red as the old car rumbled down the road. * * * The entire way to the theater, Lila insisted on having the music from the first Frozen on repeat. Some people found Lila's idiosyncrasies annoying, for Faith it was all just part of the girl's charm. Lila loved with her whole heart, and that love made the whole world seem brighter. Life hadn't always been kind, but the light that Lila shared made it all easier to bear. She couldn't wipe the smile from her face as she pulled into the parking spot outside the theater, when it disappeared all at once. Lila was going on a date. All alone. This wasn't the first time, far from it, but it had been a while. She pushed down her nervousness, not wanting Lila to sense it. Faith turned the radio down slowly. "We're here, hun." She smiled over at her bouncy passenger, a strange mix of hopefulness and fear in her heart. Could Lila find someone as wonderful as Angela? Not possible, Faith mused. No way two women that perfect exist in the world. But she could hope that this Mallory could see what an incredible gift Lila was, her capacity for love. Leaning over, she gave Lila a kiss on the cheek. "Have a good date. Text me when you want me to pick you up and I'm there." "Oh I know." Lila's smile was matter-of-fact, like the concept of Faith doing anything to let her down was completely alien, akin to Faith suggesting that she continue breathing oxygen - just in case. "And how could the date be bad? I'm cute, she's beautiful and looks very cuddly, and it's Frozen! Tonight is going to be amazing." And just like that, Lila was gone, off on her adventure. Out of Faith's range to protect her from a world that wasn't always ready for her peculiar color of light. Lila was ultraviolet, off the visible spectrum, and only a few people could seem to really understand how beautiful she was inside. With a wry smirk, her thoughts turned to Bree, wondering if she was ever that stubborn herself, wondering how long it would take the girl to open her eyes. She reached over into the console, swiping her phone to life. Faith: How is your commission going? Slowly, Faith put the car into reverse - Ange was busy, it might take her a while to respond - she drove the car away from the theater... to the other end of the parking log, out of sight. Best case, she just wasted time watching dumb videos and texting with the most perfect woman in the world. Worst case, she got an early text from Lila because this Mallory just wasn't ready. But she hoped for dumb videos and texting. My Perfect Girl: One done, one to go. This one is going to be very challenging! It's a lolita commission, lots of pleated trim and some fun interfacing! My Perfect Girl: But I'm more curious My Perfect Girl: On whether the driver's seat of the car needs cleaned Instant butterflies. Faith had no resistance to give this time, no hope of keeping the upper hand. She instantly felt about three feet tall, like she didn't belong in that driver's seat at all. Faith: It's clean! My Perfect Girl: So you only wet it? Send me a picture of your diaper right now. The world was spinning, and Faith was caught in the whirlwind. She could feel the heat in her cheeks. Faith: I didn't wear one X_X Faith: I'm big! My Perfect Girl: Oh I know you're such a big girl, sweetie My Perfect Girl: And I'm proud of you for always trying My Perfect Girl: But I think we should play it safe My Perfect Girl: And keep you diapered My Perfect Girl: All the time Faith had fumbled to type a reply twice already, but Mommy's messages kept coming. Every new line, every new tease, drove her further and further into that blushy place. The place where Mommy had absolute control. Faith: Mommmyyyyyyyyyyyyy My Perfect Girl: Should we put you in the cute pony diapers or the pink princess ones? Mommy could see right through her. Like she had no defenses. Like she had the keys to every lock in Faith's brain. Faith texted back in a frenzy. Faith: No the pony ones r 2 thick!!!!!!!!! My Perfect Girl: Maybe I'll put you in both of them then and just keep you double diapered for a weekend My Perfect Girl: Maybe I'll decide you're too little to talk My Perfect Girl: And all you'll be allowed to do My Perfect Girl: Is make those cute little squeaks and whimpers that you do Love had many ways and many faces, and as Faith swam in Angie's affection, a part of her mind silently thanked Lila and Kinsley for the gifts they had given her.

I love it when I draw lurkers out! Thank you SO MUCH for joining the discussion!! I love your analysis and your hypotheses! I hope you continue to provide your insight! I aim to plan the emotional journey of the story, and hearing peoples' theories-in-progress is supremely fulfilling for me. Sorry I didn't respond sooner! Thank you very very much for commenting! Objectification/dehumanization is definitely my jam. It's also thing I've learned more about myself as I've explored ME. When I wrote Making the Best of It, even I didn't know that dehumanization was the core underneath the fetish. I've learned a lot about myself in writing these stories, and allowing myself to be Little and connecting to others that way. I don't think I've seen anyone as a dolly at CAP either! You mentioned that you haven't been online and haven't been reading, I'm glad you found this one! ...guess I'm going to be a dolly for a while at the next CAP. Writing the Faith perspective was a lot of fun. I wanted to still cover Lila's date (but not from Lila's perspective), and Faith was the perfect conduit. I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Chapter Twenty-Five Blissful quiet. Stillness. A cold Coke in her hand, listening to the crack of the ice cubes, and her feet up on the table. She breathed in the peace, a small smile curling the corner of her lips as she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. A smooth motion freed it from her jeans - she knew who was on the other end. The small smile spread as she swiped the screen and tapped in her PIN. My Perfect Girl: Are you sure you don't need me to come back and take care of you? It had been a year and a half but the butterflies never went away. The blushes and thrill came just as strongly now as the first day that Angie had asked her out. Faith: I'm sure. I've got to make sure Lila is happy but not too Little before her date. My Perfect Girl: Or I could just come back and diaper you both and bottle-feed you until you're too giggly to do anything. Faith: Mommyyyy! She couldn't deny that she wanted it. She wanted it more than anything. Submitting to Ange let all of her anxieties wash away, all the stress of freelancing, of taking care of herself, of Kinsley, of Lila, of Bree. It would be so easy to just let Angie come and take her adult clothes - her armor - to wrap one of the many diapers that hid under her bed around her waist. She felt her heart race as she imagined Angie over her, that sweet smile, that gentle tone. Nobody saw the same Angie, the same Mommy, that Faith did. Sitting up, dropping her feet to the floor, Faith steeled herself. Faith: If you come over, you will end up in a collar, sweet Angela. How dominant was Angela feeling that day? They had an ebb and flow to their energies, and Angela had spent a lot of dominant energy this past week. Not just on Faith herself, but on Bree, on Lila, even Kinsley to a small extent. Angie's presence was magical that way. Faith smirked as the dots danced at the bottom of her screen. Angela was quick and this reply was taking her a while. Faith: It's been a while since I had you tied to the bed. Faith: Or maybe I'll walk you through the house on a leash? That was the thing about Angela's switching - her submissive side wanted nothing more than to hide, but craved being pulled unwilling out into the open regardless of how fearful she felt about it. Part of her wanted that thrill and Faith knew it. Faith: Let's remember that you need time on the bottom too, my dearest. My Perfect Girl: I have work... My Perfect Girl: I have two commissions to finish. Relief and disappointment, the pleasure of victory and the longing desire for her partner's submission. Faith: Finish your work, precious girl. Make me proud. We'll play soon. Imagine your soft collar around your neck as you work - you're mine whether it's there or not. That would give Angela something to chew on for the time being. As much as Faith wished that she could play with Angie, with the deepest love she had ever felt in her life, she had responsibilities today. Later today. Faith closed her eyes as she put her feet back on the table, taking a long sip of her Coke and enjoying the peace of the afternoon. A rare thing. Lila's nap would be done soon. * * * The scream of the highway didn't seem all that different from the scream of the "singer" after an hour and a half. Kinsley seemed to have an endless supply of music that all sounded impossibly similar: someone hitting the drums as hard as possible, growling guitars, and vocals that couldn't be classified as singing, shouting of blood and death into the microphone. An hour and a half traveled at highway speed. She couldn't seem to focus her thoughts. The questions about who Jo might be, what was going on, what the plan was... they all faded beneath the crashing cymbals and the sear of too-bright daylight. Bree felt exceedingly anxious. Not just from the music, not from the driving - despite the fury of the stereo, Kinsley was a very safe and calm driver - but from the world itself. The sunlight, the trees, the drivers and passengers in other cars. She felt exposed. The smiling, happy sun stared at her from the front of her dress and she wanted more than anything to be back in the safety of the Dollhouse. Until she caught herself with the thought. The world had an unreal quality to it, the music, the colors, the omnipresent sound of rubber on the road, the hum and the irregular bumps of the South Carolina highway. She looked over at Kinsley, across the small space of the Honda, which seemed infinitely wide now. A hand went to her chest as she realized how hard it felt to breathe. Anything could happen out here. Visions of car accidents and robberies. Cops coming and taking her, violating her body. The car breaking down here in the middle of nowhere between Columbia and Fayetteville. A truck jumping the median and coming straight for them. One of the millions of trees falling across the highway. A bird crashing into the windshield. Bree didn't realize she was crying until Kinsley wiped the tear from her cheek. The music was gone. The car was slowed. "It's okay, pretty pet." Bree sank down in her seat, leaning toward Kinsley, her head spinning, aching as fingers swept her hair ever-so-gently. "Take a nap, just rest, okay?" "Yes. And two spicy potato soft tacos. Yes, and a water please." Bree's neck hurt as she sat up slowly. She didn't get far before Kinsley reached over and unbuckled her, pulling her close, resting Bree's head against her shoulder. "Where are we?" "Shhh. Shhh, pretty pet. Yours is not to worry. How do you feel?" Bree blinked, looking at the old brick of the Taco Bell before turning her attention inward. Her head hurt, her chest hurt, and she felt a little sick. She said as much to Kinsley, adding, "I don't know what happened, that's never happened to me before. What happened? Where- " Protests ended with a pacifier slipped between her lips. "Shh. No questions, okay? I'll take care of you. Everything will be okay. Just close your eyes, relax, and breathe." The last thing Bree saw before obeying was Kinsley doing something on her phone... the soft music began playing, that chiming music box melody. "Just breathe, pretty pet. Who's a good girl? You're a good girl. You're safe." It worked. Bree felt the tightness in her chest going, felt her breathing become easy through the magic of Kinsley's fingers. "Here you go ma'- uh... " Panic flooded her as Bree realized what was giving the worker pause. The dress. The pacifier. Her tattoos. The diaper bag. Shame threatened to drown her as she tried to pull away from Kinsley, who held her fast in place. "Thanks. I hope you have a good day, sugar." The car was pulling away without Bree ever laying eyes on the worker, without being able to see their face. "Oh god." The pacifier fell from her lips as she sat up, Kinsley parking the car. "They saw me... they saw the pacifier, the dress." "So?" Bree looked down at the warm, wrapped burrito thrust into her hands. "Who cares. We're nowhere near home, you're never going to see that person again, and your paci helped you calm down. Didn't it?" Sabrina stared at her hands, at the food, as she processed Kinsley's words. She did feel more relaxed. She felt comforted. "Eat. Drink some water. Go slowly. Yours is not to worry, pretty pet. I'll take care of you. I'll comfort you. I'll keep you safe." Wordlessly, Bree nodded, following instructions. They ate in silence, Bree relaxing as Kinsley stroked her hair after they were done. All too quickly they were on the road again. To whoever Jo was. * * * After three outfit changes, Lila was ready. She had settled on a black-and-grey skirtall with a pale blue puffed-sleeve top. Faith half-jokingly had to make sure she didn't have a diaper on underneath. "How do I look?" Lila stood with her arms out, palms straight up as she turned slowly, showing off her outfit and the knee-high, mismatched striped socks. The final piece was a blue bow pinning a lock of hair back. "I like it." "You're very, very cute, Lilabean. Is this what Mallory is into?" Faith brushed at a wrinkle in Lila's skirt before helping get her shoes on and tied. Lila blinked, looking at Faith strangely. Faith knew that look. "Why does that matter?" "It doesn't, sugar." Battle avoided. It just wasn't worth it. "Do you know what movie you're going to see?" "Frozen! The new one!" Faith had to dodge a suddenly kicking foot as she worked to get Lila's other shoe done. "I can't waaiiiiiit!" Frozen. The first one was Lila's favorite, she knew every inflection of every syllable. They had watched it together countless times. "Sugar, did you pick the movie, or did she?" It had been a while since Lila had a girlfriend, Faith wasn't convinced she remembered how dating was supposed to work. "I did, of course. I asked her out, so we're doing what I want." Nope. But anyone who didn't understand Lila's passion, didn't understand the brilliance in the way she looked at the world... well, they didn't deserve to have Lila in their lives. Lila stood, smiling to herself in the mirror before giving a twirl and picking up a stuffed hedgehog for a big hug. Faith's heart swelled and she hugged the woman she saw as a sister tightly, taking a deep breath before letting go. "So." Faith grabbed her phone and her clutch before heading toward the side door, Lila headed to the front door. "Why did they take the good car!?" The force of the door shutting matched Lila's mood. Abrupt. "Because they had to go help Jo in Raleigh, hun." Faith smiled gently, guiding Lila toward the side door, toward the back garage, toward the old car. "Don't worry, we'll get you to your date on time. You're going to see the movie and then go back to her place, right? You have your phone?" "Uh huh!" Lila held up her phone, showing off the We Bare Bears on the case. "I'll call you when we're done with the sexing, and then you and me can play games!" A pang of fear blossomed in Faith's heart. She couldn't stop Lila, but she was afraid that her friend would get hurt. Not everyone understood Lila, not everyone could handle her perspective, her energy, her joy. But she knew that Lila had an uncanny knack for finding those who could. A bittersweet smile crossed her lips as Faith allowed herself to remember the circumstances of her own first visit to the Dollhouse. How Lila had saved her life. Anyone who wasn't willing to give Lila a chance, to see how amazing and special the girl was... "Ugh, I hate the old car. You're buying me candy after my date, right?" "Of course, Lilabug." Faith climbed behind the wheel, firing up the angry engine. "Anything you want."

Ha! Quite the opposite. Certain people would love to put me in the cage and make me do nothing but write on this story! I've just been really stressed lately. This story is near and dear to my heart and I want to see where it goes just as much as everyone else ❤️ And those are my favorite kinds of stories to write! "Write to find out what happens." Sorrrrryyyyyyy! I haven't been devoting my free time or energy to writing, I've been spending it elsewhere. But I live with a super-fan of this story who very, very much encourages me to continue! So hopefully I'll have more very soon. I'm going to try and spend some time writing it this weekend! >_> Make sure I get some cage time tomorrow or Sunday to write! I need my laptop and headphones and my back pillow I wrote most of this chapter in the cage and I really like how it turned out! I sure do! I don't actually know what happens with Lila's date OR with Jo. We've caught up with my planning, I have NO IDEA what comes next - and that's super exciting. Which raises another question - if she rises to the bottom, who will end up on the bottom? Lila? Faith? Will Angela LET Faith be on the bottom? Will Kinsley let Lila be on the bottom? Do we though? There are so many possibilities for Jo! What if she's the first Doll? The one that was mentioned before, the one that coined the term? What if she was there before Kinsley laid down the house rules? Did she come before or after Faith? Why did she leave? HOW did she leave? And thank you!! Lila is a lot of fun to write ❤️❤️ Or does Lila have control at all? What about Kinsley and her phone, the music for sleeping? Or what if Angela is behind it all? We've noticed that Kinsley backs off when Angela takes the lead... Who knows! I love reading theories though! Thank you for sharing them I will, of course, neither confirm nor deny anything!! You're welcome and thank you for reading! I really do prefer the original update schedule, I like having the anticipation of a chapter a day, knowing that the next piece is just tomorrow... but life has kept me from keeping ahead of my posting schedule. I'm doing my best to take care of myself, and my family, the S&&P house, is doing a great job of taking care of me! I'll try to write some this weekend so hopefully we'll have a new chapter next week ❤️ Good question! Is this Bree's chance? Is Jo so pathetic and broken that Bree will need to take care of her? ...I hope we find out soon

Chapter Twenty-Four She stood there, inches away from the toilet as her body betrayed her. Sabrina's heart despaired as she felt it, as she felt herself lose control, as she felt the hot mess move into the seat of her diaper, weighing it down. It felt like it took three eternities with Faith watching every mortifying moment. She simply stood there, frozen, as tears began to roll down her cheeks. "You should probably finish. You lost control, that means you probably have more in there." Faith's grin was wry, bordering on cruel. "Go on, push it all out. Be a good girl. I'd hate to have to spank you right on your messy diaper." With a whimper, Bree complied, bearing down and pushing the rest out even as the tears began to flow. She sobbed, breaking down completely. Faith took the few steps between them and held her arms out, offering a hug that Bree didn't want. She felt herself encircled, her hair stroked as she began to blubber. "You're a good girl, Bree." Faith took her by the hand and led her out of the bathroom, not that Bree could see a thing beyond her tears. She wiped away at them with vigor, but an endless supply seemed to be waiting. "Kins- oh, you're right here. Kinsley, I think Bree went pushies." Bree could only sob as she was passed off from Faith to Kinsley, who turned her around and peeked down the back of her diaper again, which made Bree cry even harder. "Come on, Bree. Let's get you cleaned up." Once the two of them were alone, once Bree was laying on her bed on a plastic changing mat, a single word fell from her lips. "Why?" But it said so much. "Why what, pretty girl?" A fresh diaper waited for her, a box of wipes next to it, along with the powder. "Why didn't you tell her that you said it was okay? Why did you let her open the door? Why?" Betrayal hung from every syllable, hurt in every word. "You have to fight your own battles, Sabrina." Her tone was gentle as she went to work, untaping the diaper without ever making a face. "You know that." "What does that even mean? I needed you... Kinsley, I needed you. You gave me permission, you said I could... " She felt the tears welling up again as she felt Kinsley wipe her private parts over and over, cleaning her up. The smell was deeply unpleasant and made everything all the worse. "I needed you." "Why didn't you tell her that I gave you permission? Why didn't you shove her out the door? Why didn't you stand up for yourself?" "She's bigger than me! She's stronger than me! I... I can't stop her!" Bree couldn't hold back the tears any more. "I can't stop anyone... " "Then maybe you belong at the bottom, my dear. Have the past couple of days really been that bad? You've been cuddled and cared for, you've been loved and cherished." She couldn't argue with that. She had felt very comforted, like she had her old Kinsley back. Even Faith and Lila had been kinder in her reluctance to speak. They both seemed to be looking for her to slip up, though. "I don't want to be at the bottom, Kinsley... I don't like sleeping in the cage, I don't like... well, I don't like the diapers... " Kinsley slid another diaper under her rump, apparently finished with her cleaning. The smell was a little better with the diaper rolled up and taped to itself, but it still wasn't perfect. Bree hoped the smell would go away... not that she spent a lot of time in her room anymore. "Bree, hun, someone is always going to be on the bottom. It doesn't have to be a bad thing." "But Faith and Lila are always just waiting for me to mess something up!" Bree was so preoccupied with what she was saying that she paid no attention to the pale pink diaper being taped closed around her waist. "And Lila gets away with tons of things I never could!" "One, you're not Lila. Two, they're waiting because they want to keep you on the bottom. What happens if they realize... you don't want to climb above either of them?" "Kinsley!" Faith's voice was at her door. A knock followed. Kinsley turned to the door, saying to Faith, "One moment, hun." "Kinsley, I just heard from Jo. She needs a pickup. Now." "Isn't Jo in Raleigh?" Kinsley pulled Bree to a sitting position, slipping a dress on over her head. "She needs us, Kins. She's a Doll." Kinsley let out a sigh as she smoothed Bree's hair, picking up the used diaper. "Looks like we're going on a road trip, Bree." She stepped to the door, opening to to reveal the waiting Faith on the other side, arms crossed and a face made of skepticism. "You're taking the pet? Can she be trusted? I don't trust her." It took Bree a minute to think of why... until Lila's words came back to her, that she wasn't supposed to say anything about Faith being diapered without Angie around. That she was going to hurt her. Bree took a step behind Kinsley, almost out of instinct. A sour look overtook Faith's expression as Kinsley handed her the balled-up, used diaper. "Go toss that. I'm going to get Bree dressed and we're going to go. Tell Jo we're on our way." Kinsley turned to look at Bree, not even watching to see if Faith obeyed her. "I need to go get changed. I expect you to be waiting by the front door in five minutes." A dozen questions sprang to Bree's mind: Who's Jo? Why me? What about Faith and Lila? Am I going to be able to make it to the front door? Do you honestly expect me to wear a diaper in public? She only nodded, pushing down the panic and discomfort that was rising inside her as she looked down at the mid-thigh length dress with a happy sun embroidered on the front of it. The top was white with yellow, puffed sleeves and a matching pale yellow skirt - the sort of outfit a toddler would wear. Her tattoos stood out in stark contrast, the adult markings juxtaposed against the childish trappings. The anxiety disappeared quickly as she realized that Kinsley had done her a kindness to give her the dress. She could have been left in a t-shirt and a diaper, tossed in the back seat of the car and told to sit on the floor. With a grimace at the sound of the crinkling from her diaper, rustling with every step, she slunk out of her room. Bree didn't bother closing the door behind her, stepping as quietly as she could toward the front door. Without warning, she felt her collar yanked from behind, just as she stepped into the living room. Her hands went to it immediately as she resisted the rising panic. "Where are you going, Bree?" Lila's voice was soft and sweet in her ear. "To wait by the front door for Kinsley... " Bree offered no resistance, simply standing in place with Lila behind her. "We're going to go get Jo." "Jo?" Lila's voice was bright as a new penny, Bree could almost feel the happiness rolling off of her. But it didn't last long. "Wait... why are you going? I'm not done playing with you!" Bree felt Lila's hand grab between her legs, crinkling the diaper with demanding hands. "We're going to have a tea party! We're going to have so much fun." "Please, Lila... I'm supposed to wait by the front door... " "That's not my problem." Lila giggled as she pulled Bree back toward her room. "Kinsley can just take Faith instead... I wouldn't mind some time alone with my new toy." "She's coming with me, Lilabean." Gentle but firm, Kinsley took hold of Bree's collar, shooing Lila's hand away. "But she's my toy!" Lila stomped, causing Bree to wince. "You gave her to me. She's my dolly and I want a tea party!" "She'll have a tea party with you when we get back." "No! Don't take my dolly!" Bree stared helplessly into the empty living room as the two argued behind her. But she didn't dare turn around. "Lilabean, you have a date tonight, don't you? With Mallory? Faith is driving you - and we can't leave our silly little pet home alone. What if her diaper leaked everywhere? Or if she got in a fight with Mamoru?" "Oh." The pout on Lila's face could be heard without being seen. "Okay. Just... don't let Jo break my dolly." "I won't, sugar. Your dolly will be just fine. Look, I've got her diaper bag right here and we're going to have a lovely trip." Sabrina's stomach sank at those words, but still she said nothing, simply waiting - until Kinsley ushered her forward, not releasing the collar. "We'll be back before you know it. We're going to go help Jo with whatever she needs, and then we're coming right home." Sabrina shielded her eyes from the brightness of the sun as the freshness of the air assaulted her on her trip to the car. The old beater had untold miles on it, but Kinsley was confident as she opened the passenger door and set her charge inside. The diaper bag was... exactly what it sounded like. It was pink and white striped with small cartoon foxes dancing about on it, the fabric a puffy plastic-like material. It was clearly a diaper bag for a toddler, with a flap that folded over the front to keep it closed. And it rested in Sabrina's lap while Kinsley closed the door. Her heart pounded as she realized she had been holding on to some hope that things could be normal on the trip, that they could drop all the pet-this and diapers-that. Part of her wanted to peek inside, to see if it was empty - or full of electronics - but the larger part of her was afraid that it was filled with exactly what she expected. They were off down the road in no time, Kinsley climbing in and backing out without a word. "How is Lila going to get to her date if we have the car?" Kinsley answered without looking, confidently controlling the car as they made their way out of the neighborhood. Bree looked around, the outside world looking strange after so much time in the house, so much time without seeing the sky or the trees. "We have another car in the back garage - it just doesn't see as much use. Everyone prefers this one." Pastel fingernails and fairies reached for the radio, pushing a few buttons before Kinsley started talking to the watch on her wrist. The car filled with harsh sounds, angry guitars and a screaming vocalist, a far cry from the sugar-pop Bree expected Kinsley to enjoy. She looked over at the tall woman in the driver's seat, taking in the tie-dyed pastel dress and the flowery hat, the fairy necklaces and the easy smile. Even after months, Kinsley was a mystery. Sabrina simply watched the world go by as they headed for the highway. Until she couldn't stand it any longer. "Can we please skip the diapers? Please?" Kinsley turned the radio down a bit, inviting Bree to repeat her request. "Please? Kinsley, can we just... not deal with diapers on this trip? Can we just be normal?" "This is normal for you now, Bree." A strong but gentle hand patted the Sabrina's crotch. "Don't you think so?" Bree opened her mouth to answer, but Kinsley cut her off. "Think carefully about your answer. Be good." The statement shocked her. She closed her mouth, pausing for a long moment. "Yes." The lie stung, it was uncomfortable but the thought of Kinsley turning the car around and giving her over to Lila and Faith was incentive enough. "Good girl."

Thank you!! That's the question, isn't it! Maybe this is it... maybe she can't POSSIBLY be more humiliated than she is right now.

Chapter Twenty-Three Sabrina knelt in front of the empty couch, waiting. For all she knew, this was another test - Kinsley had simply said: "Stay." And so she waited. Kinsley had left the room to head to hers, she was out of the cage, and everyone else was upstairs. Now was an opportunity to escape. She stared at the couch, trying to push that thought away. She actually felt relieved when the tall blonde returned... until she felt Kinsley grab her by the collar without a word, pulling her to her feet. She offered no resistance, no complaint. She said nothing as Kinsley looped a long strip of fabric through the steel band, sliding it through a buckle of sorts - and then walking off with the lead in her hand. It wasn't until the fabric was almost taut that Sabrina realized she had been put on a leash and hurried to keep up with Kinsley. Up the stairs, where everyone else was cuddled together on the couch, Lila in her pajamas, Faith in her dress with training pants exposed, and Angela in the middle with an arm around each one. Sabrina could feel their eyes on her as Kinsley walked her next to them, bent down, and tied the leash to a metal ring that had been laying in a small recessed spot in the floor. "Who's ready for dinner?" Kinsley faced the couch, not Sabrina. "Oh I am!" Lila practically leapt up. "I want food! Put food in my mouth! What are we having? Can I pour the leftovers down Bree's diaper?" Faith and Angela laughed while Kinsley answered. "We're having pizza! It should be here soon." Of course it was pizza. It was always pizza. Sabrina had long ago lost count of how many pizzas they had consumed. It was good though - and Kinsley had gotten her favorite, one which no one else seemed to really like. Chicken, hamburger, and onion - half a pizza all her own. She sat silently and watched as plates were being distributed, her own plate set on the floor in front of her, two slices with a toddler's sippy cup of water next to it. Kinsley sat down on the end of the couch near where Bree was tied, and stroked her hair. A cartoon was put on the TV, something about a magic girl from another dimension and a karate boy. Without a word, Bree ate her pizza, laying her head on Kinsley's leg when she was done. "Good girl." It was nearly a whisper, but it was accompanied by gentle touches. Love. Bree smiled and closed her eyes, ignoring the television and simply drinking in the peaceful moment. Until her bladder told her it was full. That she needed to go. Without lifting her head from its resting spot, she relaxed and let go... and was tormented with a new sensation. The inner diaper was soaked and she could feel her own piss pooling against her skin, spilling over the legband of the inner diaper. She was feeling a leak, a long one, as the hot liquid flowed from one diaper to the other. It felt awful. Bree shifted uncomfortably, trying to force down the negative feelings. She felt Kinsley's hand brush her cheek. It wasn't until then that she realized the cartoon was paused. "Are you okay, Bree? You look uncomfy." Kinsley's voice was gentle. "Oh, is she stinky?" Lila sat straight up, looking over. There was a ring of pizza sauce around her mouth - something Bree normally would have found amusing, but she could only blush and shake her head. Kinsley lifted her by one arm and pulled at the back of her diaper, leaving Sabrina completely mortified. In her shock she said nothing, and was turned around, Kinsley squeezed the crotch of the diaper. "She's very wet. I'm going to go change our little pet, go ahead and keep watching - I've seen this one." Trembling, Sabrina followed without a word as she was led down to her bedroom. "You're being a very good girl, Bree. I'm proud of you. Keep being good, okay? Be my good girl. Stay." It felt so hot in the house. Despite the fact that she was nearly naked, Bree felt like she was burning up. She ran a hand over her hair... it was a few inches long now, longer than it had been in years. She was beginning to have trouble remembering what things had been like before the Dollhouse... She stared at the ceiling of her room, waiting. She wasn't surprised when Kinsley dropped another thick diaper, this one blue with little pixies dancing about on it, next to her head. She closed her eyes as she felt the tapes rip. Her emotions were swirling, a mix of shame and humiliation, fear... and comfort. This was the Kinsley she had been missing. Without a word, the second diaper came off, a jolt of cold surprised her as Kinsley cleaned her. It took everything Bree had not to look, to just lay there and be good. Soon, there was the sweet smell of powder and the crinkling sound of a fresh diaper. Kinsley lifted her by her ankles, driving home once again how much smaller Bree was. She felt her cheeks growing warm as Kinsley pulled the diaper up between her legs and one-two, she was taped into a new one. It was stunningly soft. She had been in that soggy one for what felt like an eternity, and the feeling of a soft, fluffy, clean one was incredibly comforting. She felt the world twist and turn, and when she opened her eyes, she was in Kinsley's arms, her diapered bottom supported by the taller woman's arm. Still, she said nothing, simply laying her head on Kinsley's shoulder and breathing. She felt herself rocked back and forth gently as Kinsley swayed, fingers in her hair once again. "Good girl. That's my good girl." Bree felt a tear in her eye but stayed quiet, letting the moment wash over her. This moment of peace and comfort. * * * The next morning, Bree awoke once again in the crate, stiff and cramped... and soggy. At least they had given a shirt, a light yellow top with little flowers here and there and puffed sleeves. With barely a thought, she climbed to her knees and flooded the already wet diaper - there was no point in holding it, she wasn't going anywhere. When Kinsley walked by, headed for the stairs, Bree called out. "Kinsley!" An impassive face bent down to look at her, the blue eyes cold. Bree swallowed hard, wondering if this was the kind Kinsley who changed her, or the brutal Kinsley who disciplined her. "What is it, pretty pet?" "Um... " Bree wasn't so sure she wanted to ask now. She hesitated, looking down, wondering if it was worth it. "Yes? You called me over, you got your owner's attention. Now what does the pretty pet need?" Blushing, she forced herself to ask. "Um... may I please be changed?" "Changed?" A smirk quirked up one corner of Kinsley's mouth. She tapped a finger to her chin, a fairy dancing as a result. "What do you want changed?" "My... " Of course she was going to make her say it. Bree mumbled. "My diaper." "I know my precious pet didn't ask for a diaper change. Pets don't know the condition of their diaper, after all. They have no worries in their empty little heads. Now, what did you want?" "Um.. " Bree's mind twisted and spun before she looked directly into Kinsley's eyes. "May I pretty please have a hug?" "Of course, sweetie." Kinsley grabbed the key from the table, unlocking the padlocks before putting them - and the key - back. "Come." She patted her leg. With a blush, Bree crawled from the crate and stood, stretching. She held her arms out wide, and was rewarded with a hug... and her diaper squeezed. "Oh my, my pretty pet is soaked." With one motion, Kinsley wrapped an arm around Bree, lifting her up and holding her on a hip. "Let's go change your diaper, sweet pet." Bree found herself laying on her bed again. "Stay." Bree was beginning to understand that the less she said, the better. Just stay. Just obey. She let her eyes drift closed as she waited. And once again, she was in a fresh diaper, the old one balled up and thrown away. She spent the rest of the morning at Kinsley's feet, resting her head on a leg once again as she typed away on her loud keyboard. Lunch was a simple affair, sandwiches all around, Bree once again on the floor. Faith was in a short, sleeveless purple dress that did nothing to hide her very diapered state, Lila back in her pink shortalls with a similarly puffy crotch. Bree looked around, realizing that Kinsley and Miss Angela were the only ones not in diapers. And Bree didn't have the luxury of having even a short skirt to cover hers - anyone would be able to tell at a glance if she had... used it. The thought brought a new blush to her face. Until a feeling inside made her realize that she hadn't relieved herself in a very specific way for days... and her body was telling her it was time. Panic gripped her heart as she looked up, looking around at the smiling faces, at the peaceful lunch. Be good. She gritted her teeth and held it, deciding to wait until she was alone with Kinsley, the only person she thought would take any pity on her at all. The remainder of lunch was beyond uncomfortable. Bree couldn't sit still, wiggling about and fidgeting. Eventually, Lila called her out on it. "What are you doing?" Bree simply shook her head. Say nothing and it can't be used against you. "Kinsley, she's driving me crazy. I don't want her in here if she can't even sit still!" "Bree, go lay down in your crate. Be a good girl." Bree nodded, hurrying down the stairs, holding her stomach. She climbed into the crate and sat there, looking longingly at the hallway. At the unguarded bathroom. It would be so easy... She pulled the door shut on the crate, fiddling with the latch, trying desperately to stop herself - from using the diaper and from rushing off to the bathroom. Neither would be pleasant. Bree sat on her bottom, wrapping her hands around her knees. Every moment felt like an eternity, so she wasn't sure how much time had truly passed... but Miss Angela was coming downstairs and putting on her coat, Faith trailing behind her, pouting. "I'll be back soon, you cute little girl." Miss Angela leaned forward and kissed Faith tenderly. "I'll miss you so much, mommy!" They hugged, Miss Angela lifting Faith's skirt to pat her bottom. After a long hug and a longer kiss, Angela walked out the front door, Faith sighing sadly before trudging off to her room. Bree was whimpering by the time Kinsley came downstairs. "Kinsley!" She whispered sharply, wincing. "Kinsley! I'm in the crate, I'm a good girl!" "You sure are, pretty pet." Kinsley walked over and opened the unlocked door, brushing her fingertips along Bree's face. "May I pretty, pretty please go use the potty?" "Oh you silly pet, you can't be trusted with that. Just use your diaper and I'll change you. You like it when I change you, don't you?" Bree nodded, but her eyes continued to plead. "Please... I um... I don't just have to pee." A wry grin spread across Kinsley's face. "Oh, does the precious pet need to go pushies?" "What?" "Pushies." Kinsley laughed gently. "You know, push it all out into the seat of your diaper." "Please Kinsley!" Bree got to her knees, holding her hands up in the begging position. "Please, please, please. I've been good. Please don't make me... please." "You aren't being good now. " Kinsley shook her head, looking away for a moment before opening the door to the cage and gesturing. "Go. Be quick." Bree rushed down the hallway for the bathroom, accidentally pushing past Faith as she stepped out of her room, her childish dress gone and her jeans far too tight to be concealing a diaper. She was back in her grunge-chic, and did not look pleased. "Bree!" "Sorry!" Sabrina dashed into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. "I'm sorry Faith!" "You get out here, you're not allowed to go in there!" Faith stomped toward the bathroom door and Bree quailed, backing away from the door. She silently begged Kinsley to stop the red-haired girl, who was opening the door. "You are... " Faith's anger turned to a grin as Sabrina groaned... and couldn't hold it any longer.

Well I'm glad you're still with us ❤️ And people root for the strangest couplings - I never understood why people rooted for Fiona + Aimee in "It's the Little Choices" when I wrote them as a toxic relationship on purpose, but people sometimes see what they want to see, and sometimes people hope for redemption in unlikely places. I actually love it when a voice of reason like you comes along Stockholm Syndrome is pretty much what everyone expects from me anyway lol. I'm not a psychologist, I'm just a person who has done a lot of therapy from the patient's standpoint. I'd like to think that I understand in general how people function and that helps me write believable characters and situations. I would love to talk more about my choices and the emotional direction, but I'm afraid I'll end up spoiling one of my other stories for people in drawing parallels. If you see me on Discord, I'm always happy to talk about my stories!! As for the ending... I make no promises that it will be happy. I don't know how it will end - but I hope it will be worth the journey. Thank you very much for taking the time to write this!! ❤️❤️

I'm sorry if the story is causing you pain It's all fiction, and I make no promises on the ending - I don't even know how it ends yet. My stories don't always have a happy ending, but I aim to make them always have a meaningful one.

Chapter Twenty-Two It had been a long night, and Sabrina woke with a crick in her neck, cold legs, and an aching bladder. She climbed to her knees, pressing her hand to her crotch. The diaper was squishy and clammy and cold. Unpleasant. She wanted nothing more than to call out for someone. For Kinsley, for Faith, even for Angela... but she knew not a one of them would help her if she asked. It was better just to go. ...but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to pee. Frustrated, she closed her eyes and imagined that she was sitting on the toilet, relaxing her muscles and... The padding was freshly warmed and felt better for a moment - until she felt it running down her legs. "Oh no... " Looking down she could see a trail coming from the legband of her diaper, down her leg, onto the bedding of the cage. Sabrina had no idea what to do, so she simply froze, whimpering helplessly at her plight. Between the zip ties and the locks, there was no escape, and she had the distinct impression that removing the diaper on her own would only get her in more trouble. So she waited. Watching the empty, unmoving hallway. Watching the cat wander from the stairs to the kitchen. Feeling nothing short of awful in her predicament. After three eternities, a door opened. Miss Angela stepped out from Faith's room, headed for the kitchen - without even a glance at Sabrina. Who was too afraid to call out. Angela had proven to have a vicious streak. The smell of brewing coffee wafted through the living room as Sabrina's legs began to ache from her kneeling position. Gently, carefully, she lowered herself down, grimacing at the squelch, how sitting in the diaper forced the padding to release some of her own piss back against her skin just to be re-absorbed. Sabrina watched with a sinking stomach as Miss Angela approached the crate. "Were you a good pet last night, girl?" The way she lilted her voice, it wasn't a question. It was how she would talk to any animal. "Oh my, looks like you leaked a little. Would you like a another diaper?" The idea of being put into a fresh diaper made Sabrina want to cry, but she nodded. It was better than the sodden one. "Well if you don't have any manners, then you aren't getting changed." "Please Miss Angela, may I- " Angela's unbrushed blue hair, in tangles around her face, should have made her less intimidating, she was lightly built, but when she glared a fiery glare full of malice, Sabrina stopped mid-sentence. "Pets don't talk, Bree. Now beg me like a good pet, beg me for another diaper." Sabrina hesitated, weighing her options, trying to guess what Angela might want from her. Just as the woman was about to walk away, Sabrina rose back to her knees and brought her hands to her chest, curling them inward - like she were a begging dog. She let out a soft whimper and poked the squishy, discolored diaper between her legs. "That's pretty good. Maybe you can actually avoid getting in trouble as a pet. Do you want another diaper?" Hating herself, Sabrina gave a simple nod. She didn't expect that they'd let her out of diapers right away - not when both Lila and Faith wore them... and used them, apparently. She didn't dare hope. "Oh honey!" Faith arrived in the room, only to be sent to fetch a new diaper. Angela simply pointed to the crate where Sabrina knelt. "Be mommy's good little helper and put that one on top of her current one." "What!?" Sabrina couldn't help herself. She was completely shocked, and now two pairs of eyes glared at her. "You," Faith's voice was a growl as she stalked over to the crate, "will be silent." "I asked you if you wanted another diaper." Miss Angela was nothing but sweetness as Faith opened the cage door and grabbed Sabrina by the leg, dragging her halfway out. "I never asked if you wanted out of that one. Not that anyone cares what a pet wants. Or are you some sort of pet dolly now? It's hard to tell." Angela talked while Faith roughly performed her task, rolling Sabrina over, sliding the diaper under her, pulling it up between her legs and pressing the clammy, wet one closer to her before fastening the tapes. With another quick motion, Faith shoved her back into the cage by her absurdly padded bottom. Sabrina didn't have it in her to even sit up. She just lay there on the floor of the cage, hopeless. Angela gave Faith a kiss and patted her girlfriend's diapered bottom, sending her off. Angela knelt down next to the cage. "Aww, poor Bree... " She sounded genuinely concerned. "Are you... actually sad? I can't tell if you're playing along or if you're really sad." Sabrina sat up, finally, looking into Angela's eyes. Her lips were a thin line, worry in her eyes. "I'm sad... " "Oh Bree, I am so sorry." Angela stood. "I am so sorry... that you did this to yourself. Now you have to be punished for speaking again." With a sharp laugh, Angela walked away, calling for Faith. Leaving Sabrina alone once again. She had thought the diaper was thick before, now it was thicker and she had no comfort of being dry. She laid back down, kicking herself for falling for Angela's brand of cruelty yet again. She just seemed like such a sincere person... Sabrina sighed, defeated. * * * It had been hours. The lot of them had gone upstairs a while ago, ignoring Sabrina entirely. The only contact she had was when Kinsley stopped to give her a water bottle. She was relieved it wasn't attached to the cage for her to lick at - she wasn't going to put anything past them at this point. She had finished one water only to be given another... sipping was the only thing she could do in the cage. Sipping and thinking. Reflecting on her situation, on how it was a mistake to come to the Dollhouse at all, on how she had fallen into not even trying to get a job. Those thoughts turned darker still as she thought about the trail of events that had led her there in the first place. And how no one had ever come looking for her. She wasn't even sure how long she had been at the Dollhouse. One tear was the crack in the dam. Followed by another, and another. Until her thoughts landed on: Maybe I deserve this. In her misery, the tears flowed and quiet crying turned to heaving sobs. She didn't even hear the cage open. She was crying full force as gentle hands helped her out. She was barely aware of her surroundings at all, of the thick diaper between her legs, of the way she was laying down now. Fingers brushed over her no-longer-buzzed hair, fingertips traced the lines of her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose. When she could breathe again, Sabrina could make out the faint murmurings coming from above her. "It's okay to be sad, baby. It's okay. You're safe, you're okay." Blearily, she rolled to face the voice, realizing that her head was in someone's lap. She rubbed the tears from her eyes, but before her eyes could focus, there was something rubber in her mouth, dripping something sweet... chocolate? It took her a few moments to process it, but Sabrina found herself looking up at Kinsley, who was holding a baby bottle. Sabrina tried to sit up, tried to turn her head, but Kinsley blocked every movement, holding her in place as though she were... well, a child. "Hush hush, relax. You're not going anywhere. Think about all the pain all of your resistance and fighting has brought you. I am trying to show you love, I am trying to take care of a sad girl, trying to take care of my friend. Will you let me?" There was no anger in those words, no frustration. Kinsley was matter-of-fact and... well, kind. Her tone rang of genuine concern and Sabrina couldn't help but relax somewhat. She closed her eyes and simply drank from the bottle. There was a rhythm to it, if she tried to suckle at the nipple too fast or too slow, it didn't work. Once she had it, it was just chocolate milk, the rhythm of drinking, and gentle fingers in her hair. It was hard to admit, but Kinsley was right... she was fighting so hard, all the time. To hold onto some dignity, to escape from them. To claw her way back into a world where she was probably going to die, homeless on the streets. Unbidden, her mind returned to that first night, when she had been scared and alone, when Lila had climbed into her bed and held her all night long. Every time she had cried, every time she had been at the end of the rope, the bottom of the well, the Dolls had been there for her. "Just be good, sweetie. Can you be a good girl for me? Everything will be okay." Sabrina's legs hurt, her back hurt from slouching in the cage. The diaper was clammy and thick, and she had a steel ring around her neck and one wrist. With Kinsley's coaxing, she realized that step by step, piece by piece, the punishments had been heaped on her for her resistance. Sometimes she had been in the right - most of the time, she had been in the right - sometimes she had been in the wrong, but she had always resisted. What did it even look like to not resist? To just let them do whatever they wanted to her? They're going to do whatever they want regardless, Bree. Kinsley pulled the empty bottle from her lips. "Yes Mama." Kinsley's smile felt like the light of the sun, the warmth of the clouds parting on a chill autumn day. Sabrina felt enveloped in that warmth and wrapped her arms around Kinsley, who pulled her to a sitting position and hugged her tightly. "Good girl, Bree." Fingers through her hair. Gentle touches on her back. The warmth and comfort of the hug. "Good girl."

Chapter Twenty-One "Lila!" Sabrina's voice was barely a squeak. "No, I.. um.. the music stopped and... " "And you thought you'd be a good little helper, didn't you?" Lila's grin looked wicked and cruel in the dark, illuminated only by the phone screen. "You're gonna put that down and come here in two seconds or I'm going to scream." It wasn't even a second and a half before the phone was back and she was climbing into the bed, practically running. "I wonder what Kinsley is gonna do to you when I tell her that you were trying to use her phone... " The memory of the thrashing, the white-hot pain, was all Sabrina could think of. "Please Lila. Please, please don't tell her." "I won't tell her on one condition." "What?" Sabrina's desperation was plain, unmistakable. "You have to give me... um... " Lila looked strangely uncertain all of a sudden. "Um.. grown-up feelings." Sabrina blinked, confused as she knelt next to her blackmailer. "Grown-up feelings?" "You know!" Lila crossed her arms, huffing in frustration. "Like kissy stuff. But um... more grown-up than that." "Wh-what have you done before? Are you going to get in trouble? Kinsley didn't like you kissing me earlier... " The tension in the room was awkward and thick. Lila was supposedly this brilliant mind, but honestly Sabrina saw her act more like a spoiled child that anything else. She thought back to hearing her talk about the girl she liked at work, how ridiculous her ideas of hitting on someone were. For all she knew, Lila didn't know a single thing about sex... and teaching her anything at all might get Sabrina in deep, deep trouble. "I've done all the stuff! All the boob-squishing and kissy stuff and... and... Fine. I'm just going to scream for Kinsley now." Lila opened her mouth and Sabrina panicked. Without thinking, she lunged forward and placed her lips on Lila's, preventing her scream with a kiss. Lila's eyes went wide at first, but a smile spread across her face. The next thing Sabrina knew, she was laying on top of the other girl, with Lila holding a handful of her diapered bottom. She had wanted "grown-up feelings", and Sabrina had already gone this far... Lifting her body up, she broke the kiss for a moment before taking Lila's breasts - which were larger than she had thought - in her hands, gently squeezing them, pressing them together as she leaned in for another kiss. A long one, gentle, with heat on her lips. While Sabrina had never been socially successful or professionally successful, she had been successful in bed. She kept her kisses light and sensual, paying extra attention to Lila's lower lip. Pausing for a moment, she took in Lila's expression, reading her unexpected partner. She appeared to be in complete bliss, she was trembling slightly, her eyes closed. Sabrina couldn't help but smirk at how submissive Lila was in bed. She slid her hands up Lila's pajama top, dragging her nails gently along the tender flesh on the underside of her breasts, waiting for... The gasp. When Lila gasped, she went for it, pressing their lips together in the deepest kiss she had given so far. She held it long, teasing with her tongue ever so slightly, touching the tip of her own to Lila's, dragging along the roof of her mouth carefully. A soft squeak came from Lila, so Sabrina wrapped her left arm around Lila's back while her right hand went to the girl's hair, twisting her fingers through those soft red locks. When the kiss broke, Lila was a puddle. With some satisfaction, Sabrina began to climb off her, ready to simply cuddle... when a single word passed Lila's lips. "More." Nervousness in her tummy, Sabrina reached for the tapes on Lila's diaper... "No!" Lila grabbed her hand, sitting up with her eyes narrowed. "No. Leave the diapers alone. Give me more, Bree. More grown-up feelings." There was a hunger in her voice, one that Sabrina knew well. Hiding her lack of confidence, she dug her fingers into the plastic of Lila's diaper, pressing hard and rubbing two fingers in what she hoped was the right spot. Lila's eyes went wide again. Pressing her advantage, Sabrina gently laid the girl down, rubbing at her diaper, trying to find the right spot and the right rhythm. When a soft moan came from Lila, when her shoulders and back relaxed but her stomach tensed, Sabrina knew she had found the spot. Keeping her rhythm, keeping the pressure, massaging Lila's wet diaper into her most tender of places, Sabrina struck. With her newly freed left hand, she grabbed Lila's breast roughly at the same time that she planted a heated kiss, forcing her lips against the other girl's, biting at her lip, sliding her tongue between lips forcefully. Lila let out a long moan, her hips beginning to buck against Sabrina's hand. Three fingers. Faster. Harder. The lights turned on above her just as Lila's moans were growing more desperate. "What the fuck do you think you're doing!?" A hand on the metal collar, yanking her clean off the bed and onto the floor. Instantly, Sabrina's hands went to her throat as she coughed. "Bree you rotten bitch in heat what are you doing to my little girl?" Terror was filling every square inch of Sabrina's body. If she'd had anything left in her, she would have wet herself in that moment for sure. "I... I was just... " She had no idea what to say. Blaming Lila for anything had never worked out in any positive way. It only led to more trouble. "I'm sorry!" Only groveling worked. "Mama!" Lila was beyond flustered, her brow sweaty and her diaper indented from Sabrina's fingers. She sat up, panting. "Mama, she was tryin' ta make a call on your phone an' I caught her! And then she... she... she stopped me from yelling for you!" "Is that why you woke up, sugar?" Kinsley grabbed Sabrina's collar again, forcing her to her knees. "This filthy pet won't let you sleep? Don't you know she needs her music to sleep, Bree?" "I'm sorry!" Sabrina dug her fingers into Kinsley's pants, tears beginning to run down her face. "I'm so sorry!" "Faith!" The other girl stumbled in behind her, rubbing her eye with an obviously soaked diaper hanging down between her legs. Miss Angela looked quite cross behind her. "What?" Faith's extremely red hair was a mess atop her head. Angela's blue was similarly a bit of a tangle. "Go get the old dog crate set up in the living room." Faith seemed to wake up instantly, a touch of shock on her face before she nodded and left with Miss Angela close behind. "Bree." Sabrina cowered on her knees as Kinsley slowly rotated the collar in her hands, forcing Sabrina to tilt her head, then her body to keep from the metal digging into her flesh and hurting. "I am quite disappointed in you." "What was she doin', Mama?" Sabrina couldn't see Lila's face behind her, but she could imagine the look that went along with that falsely innocent tone. "She was being a naughty pet, honey." Sabrina found her head being forced lower as Kinsley continued to move her with the steel ring locked around her neck. "I want you to come tell me if she tries to touch you like that again, okay?" "Crate's ready." Faith was sideways in the doorway and Sabrina was wincing from the effort. "Put her in." Sabrina yelped as she was thrown to the floor at Faith's feet, only to have herself hauled back to hands and knees mercilessly. "You're such a good helper, Faithie." Angela smiled sweetly as Faith dragged Sabrina along, trying her best to crawl. The "crate" was a dog kennel that was waiting in the living room, beside the couch. Black metal wire bars, providing nothing even resembling privacy or comfort. "No!" Sabrina whimpered but was unable to even slow Faith's pace without choking herself. "Please... " "Shut up, Bree." With a quick motion, Sabrina was tossed unceremoniously into the cage, the door closed behind her. Angela stepped forward and ran her hands through Faith's hair. "You're so cute when you're taking care of dumb animals, Faithie." They kissed, like they were the only two people in the world. Like Sabrina couldn't hear them. She sat up awkwardly, gripping the bars of the cage. At least it was big enough for her to sit upright in. "We better make sure that Lila's okay." Faith glared at Sabrina, causing her to cower in her captivity. "Don't try to open the door. So help me, I will zip tie it shut." Slowly, a smile spread over her face and she stepped nearer, kneeling down. She poked at Sabrina's diaper through the bars. "Someone is wet. How's it feel, Bree? Do you like being a wet little pet?" Sabrina shook her head, starting to answer. "Tell me how good it feels, Bree." Faith's voice was practically a growl, her brown eyes flashing. "It feels good... " Sabrina nodded, her voice barely a squeak. "Very good." "She likes her wet diapers, honey." Angela came up behind Faith, drawing her to her feet and kissing her once again. "Let's make sure she gets lots of time to enjoy that one. Come on, let's get you a treat for being such a good helper and handling rotten pets." Sabrina could only watch them walk away. The most frustrating the about it was the fact that the latch on the cage was simplicity itself. She could easily flip it up, open the door, and climb out. She stared at the front door, remembering the last time she tried that, remembering how Kinsley had just picked her up like she was nothing and carried her back in. She hadn't spoken to another human soul outside of the Dolls in what felt like ages. She was alone, with only her fear to keep her company. Fear of what came next, fear of making things worse if she tried to escape. Lila was a lot more wily than she had let on, though her inexperience seemed genuine. For that brief moment, with their bodies close, with their lips pressed together, Sabrina had felt happy. Connected. With this moment of contemplation, she realized that she was actually hurt that Lila had turned on her. Had let her take the fall like that. It hurt that Kinsley believed it all instantly, too. It hurt a lot more than she expected. Sabrina sighed, thankful for the soft mat that rested in the bottom of the cage, protecting her from the cold metal. She wished she had a blanket to cover her legs. Alone in the living room, her eyes drifted again to the front door... but fear held her fast. She scooted to the back of the cage, wrapping her arms around her knees. She wasn't sure how long she waited before Kinsley came out, looking quite upset. "Dammit Bree." She glared at the cage and grumbled further. "Dammit Faith." She crouched down next to the cage. "Good girl for staying put. I'm proud of you. That's the first smart thing you've done all week. Don't fuck it up now, okay?" Sabrina only nodded, waiting as Kinsley walked to the kitchen... and came back with a handful of zip ties and two heavy looking padlocks. She began zip-tying each of the corners, seams that apparently opened - which was a complete surprise to Sabrina. Finally, she padlocked the door closed. Even though the latch was simple, with the padlock preventing it from flipping up, there was no way it would open. "I'm tired, Bree. I'm tired and I don't know what to do with you. You're going to spend the night here, in your crate." Sabrina's eyes widened at that. That it was her crate. With a weary sigh, Kinsley flipped off the lights and walked back down the hall, leaving Sabrina alone with her thoughts, no blanket, no pillow, and a wet diaper.

That's not a thing that I know, hun. I've been threatened with bodily harm if I kill off Lila though.

So the original, original draft of the story was a journal entry from Sabrina which had the line: "I know you're reading this diary, Kinsley. And I know you saw me kick the knife under the couch when I was cleaning up. But if it's still there tomorrow, I'm using it." ...but I decided not to go that direction What you're missing is that one, Sabrina still loves these girls who rescued her when no one else would, and two, Sabrina is fairly reluctant to use violence. She could have fought a lot harder against Faith's manhandling - she's thrown a total of one punch this entire story, and that didn't go well for her. By this point in the story, she's starting to realize that escalation doesn't work in her favor. So at this point, are you asking yourself "What's the worst decision Sabrina could make in this situation?" lol Also, I have a little bad news - I'm going to slow down the release schedule because I haven't been devoting enough time to writing and we're just about caught up with what I have. So. No chapter tomorrow, you'll get one on Wednesday and another on Friday. Thanks for reading!! To you, Sarah, and everyone else who is still following along with us ❤️

Has she made a good decision yet?

Chapter Twenty Sabrina blinked, slow, heavy blinks as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Bright, rosy cheeks and cherry red lips. With two dark brown lines going down her face from each corner of her mouth. Angela had not stopped there, however. Dark lines were around her wrists, a small circle set off to one side. Similarly, there were lines on her elbows, parallel and clean. Doll joints. She looked like a doll. Those blinking eyes in the mirror, emphasized with heavy eyeliner and soft pink eyeshadow even looked like they belonged to a doll. It felt bizarre, unreal. Angela patted the puffy seat of her diapered bottom, a soft thud repeated three times, pulling Sabrina out of her thoughts. "Let's go make a cute little girl very happy." What is happening? Things were changing so quickly, Sabrina was struggling to make sense of it all. An hour ago, she had been cowering at the feet of Kinsley and Lila, trying to be silent and watch movies that made no sense to her. Afraid of being punished. Before that she had been punished, battered and bruised by Faith for upsetting Angela. She had been collared, thrashed and threatened, she had felt fear and anxiety, pain and sorrow. And love. Before that, the part that still felt very real to her, she had been cuddling Lila in bed, she had been playing video games and laughing with her friends. But nothing felt solid, nothing felt real. Everything was constantly changing. She was a friend, she was a roommate, she was a rescue, she was a prisoner, she was a servant, she was a pet, she was a doll. She felt like she was everything but equal. Everything and nothing at all. She didn't remember walking from the bathroom to Lila's room, just the sound of crinkling in her ears, the vague sensation of waddling. "Oh. My. Goodness." Kinsley's hands went to her face, covering her mouth, but her eyes were wide and shining. "Bree, you look adorable. You look so precious. Look at your arms, look at your makeup! Angela, you're amazing." "It's smudge-proof." Miss Angela patted a small bag at her hip. "Those lines should last all night. Faithie, do you want doll lines?" "No mommy... " Faith blushed. The whole world was crazy. And rocking suddenly, as Lila slammed into her, arms wrapping tightly around... and dragging her off. Angela's tinkling laughter didn't match her behavior at all. "I think someone likes her new toy. Remember, Bree! Dolls don't talk." Lila's room looked different from this angle on the bed. Everything was moving so fast, everything felt so off-kilter, so sudden, so unpredictable. And Lila's hand, rubbing the front of the diaper she was trapped in wasn't helping. She looked wide-eyed around the room, noticing small touches that she hadn't put together before. The number of stuffed animals. The fact that clothes were tossed casually here and there in the room... with only a lone pair of underwear in the mix. It felt like reality itself shattered when Lila's lips pressed forcefully against her own, an unexpected and foreign tongue invading, the tip dragging along the roof of her mouth. Sabrina's eyes shot wide open as her brain caught up with the present. She tried to cry out, but her lips were silenced by Lila's. Just as suddenly, Lila broke the kiss, jumping with the sound of a thud and a crinkle. Kinsley was at her sternest. "Is that how good little girls play with their dollies?" "No Mama... " Lila climbed off of her, rubbing her diapered bottom. "She's just so cute, I wanted to kiss her." "Well little girls who play dirty with their toys get their mouths washed out, don't they?" Lila huffed, crossing her arms and pouting, her bottom lip protruding, wavering. "I just want her to have fun in her diaper, Mama." "Well then cuddle her, sugar pie. Snuggle her and cuddle her and give her lots of love." Sabrina watched as Lila's face lit back up and she climbed into the bed again, pulling her close, wrapping her arms around her. "She's much cuter now than when she got here." Sabrina was frozen in Lila's arms. She didn't dare fight back, she didn't dare even speak. A shuddering breath escaped her as Lila ran fingers through her hair, squeezing her tightly, holding her head against her breasts. "Well you two enjoy your snuggles. I'm going to turn out the light and you're going to get some rest, right?" Sabrina couldn't imagine falling to sleep then, the bulk of padding between her legs felt like she was wearing a pillow. It was there, crinkling, no matter how she moved, no matter how she shifted. "I want to stay up!" "Shhhhh... " Kinsley pulled her phone from her pocket and tapped a couple of buttons before the soft, chiming melody of a music box drifted through the room. She set her phone down on the bookshelf near the door and turned the light off, ushering the others from the room. To Sabrina's surprise, Lila relaxed instantly, her eyelids drooping almost immediately. One hand slid down Sabrina's body, resting on the front of her diaper, drawing constant attention to her predicament. She looked at Kinsley with pleading eyes. "Lila had a full day." Kinsley's hushed voice was barely audible over the soft music. "She needs a dolly to snuggle. If you get up, I'll know you can't be trusted to be a dolly and you'll go back to being the pet underfoot, crawling everywhere all the time. Prove to me you can be good for once, just sleep. Just. Be. Good." The door closed, leaving her in the dark, alone with Lila and the music. Lila nuzzled her nose against Sabrina's head, mumbling quietly. "Love you Bree. Best dolly." * * * The world had a strange, plastic sheen to it. Everything was too nice, too shiny. She wandered around the empty house, wondering where the clutter had gone. Stacks of papers, a pile of shoes, cat toys that were generally here and there. The place was pristine. And dead silent. Sabrina wasn't sure which one was more disturbing. "Kinsley? Faith?" She wandered through the house, up the stairs, down the stairs, in the bedrooms - even Faith's room was perfectly clean. "Where is everyone?" An idle thought bothered her, that she should be doing something with the opportunity - something she wasn't able to do when they were around, but she couldn't remember what it was. A stranger greeted her in the mirror. Sabrina recognized the pale green eyes as her own, but that was all... her lips were pink, gaudy earrings dangled from her lobes, and curly blonde hair ringed her face. It was only then that she looked down and noticed her clothing - a skirt that puffed out all around her, blue with a white apron, like Alice taken from Wonderland. A loud crinkle sounded with every step, every movement. A glance at the mirror behind her showed why... peeking from the bottom of her dress, plain as day, was an enormous white diaper. "No!" Her hands went to her backside, to that smooth plastic. She slid them around to the front, looking for the tapes... but there were none. She tried to hook her fingers in the waistband but she couldn't seem to manage. "No no no.. " A strange light appeared behind her as a crack appeared in the floor, widening, the bathtub moving farther and farther away from her. Sabrina screamed, stepping backward, pressing her back to the wall as the fissure widened - along the floor, wall, and ceiling. Bright light spilled in as she slid to the ground, terrified. Lila's face smiled at her from the void beyond the fissure. Gleeful with a hint of malice as her giant hand reached in and wrapped around her. "You're my favorite toy, Bree. Did you wet your diaper yet? I want to change you!" Sabrina jolted awake, sweat pouring down her face as she gasped and panted, in the dark, in Lila's arms. It took several long moments before she became aware of the soft music again, and the dream faded to the back of her mind rather than the forefront. The diaper remained real, however. As was her need for the toilet. Gently, carefully, she tried to slip from Lila's grip, from those arms that held her tightly. Every movement seemed like it came with a crashing cacophony. No matter how slowly she tried to move, both Lila's diaper and the one taped around her own hips rustled. And her need was desperate. With a soft whimper, she grabbed Lila by the wrist and slowly lifted her arm. "Bree?" Sabrina froze, her heart gripped with fear, her hands sweaty, as Lila stirred. "Bree I love you... " She yawned, squeezing Sabrina's midsection in the process - and bringing a new panic to her. "No... " A squeak escaped her as she felt her bladder let go, flooding the padding between her legs with a surprisingly warm sensation. She managed to stop the flow quickly enough, but the fact of the matter was... she had wet herself. Her bladder still ached, warning her of her need - but the diaper was already wet, and everyone would know. With a sniffle, she closed her eyes and relaxed, letting her body resume its urgent task, feeling the padding grow warm and sodden around her waist. Wetting herself like a child too small to know better. She could only lay there as she felt the liquid run down her bottom before being absorbed by the padding. It was the oddest thing, and much hotter than she had ever expected. She squirmed, feeling the diaper expand underneath her, growing swollen and squishy. In her movements her hand brushed against Lila's diaper, bringing a blush to her cheeks as she realized that Lila's was squishy as well. The girl had peed herself with Sabrina laying right next to her. Finally, finally Lila rolled off of her, giving her a little room to move. Sabrina stretched, though her mind was inexorably drawn to the warm, wet padding pressing against her crotch. Her thoughts were interrupted by a chime. The sound of Kinsley receiving a text message. Her phone. Sabrina sat upright, a little too quickly, as she realized this might be her chance. Carefully, slowly, she crawled off the bed, wincing at every crinkle. She stood like a statue, like a doll, staring at Lila when she stirred, praying to a god she didn't believe in to just let the girl go back to sleep. When she stilled, Sabrina continued on. And then the phone was in her hands. Tapping the power button, the screen came to life. Enter Your Pin. Shit. She held the phone at an angle, trying to see fingerprints on the screen, the way she had on a TV show once... she tapped a few numbers and pressed the checkmark... but the phone did not let her in. Accidentally, she tapped a button on the screen that stopped the music. In a panic, she pressed it again, not knowing if Lila needed the music to sleep or not, whether Kinsley did this regularly. Emergency Call. Sabrina considered the option. The police and an ambulance coming could work... or they could just be sent away by the girls - but it was her only hope. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and exhaled slowly before opening them again. The screen had gone dark, so she tapped the button again and moved her finger to the emergency call... "Whatcha doin', Bree?" Sabrina looked behind her slowly, her heart pounding, as she found herself looking in Lila's eyes. "Is my dolly gonna make a pretend phone call?"

Chapter Nineteen "Dollies don't talk, Bree." "I'm not okay with wearing a diaper! Wait, does An... " Angela's eyes narrowed further. If looks could kill, Sabrina would have been struck dead by that glare. "Miss Angela know about that?" "What, that Lila is a darling little girl? Of course. Faith is sometimes, too." Faith's cheeks went so red Sabrina thought she felt the heat from them across the room, Faith's gaze quickly falling to the floor. "Wha... if she knew, why did you scramble to get dressed before she came." Faith's eyes snapped back up, wide and shocked. "Bree! I'll- " "Oh really?" Angela grinned, once again seeming predatory. Her fingers were in Faith's hair, and she leaned her girlfriend back in her lap, like a dip in a sensual dance, their noses nearly touching and Miss Angela drew close. "Was someone a very little girl without her mommy here?" Sabrina's mouth hung open, her arms falling and tingling intensely as the blood returned to her fingers. She winced, but all eyes were on Faith. And Lila's grin was as big as the world. "Angi- " Faith's protest was silenced by a kiss, quick and passionate, but short. "Did you stay dry?" "Mommy!" The blush spread down to Faith's neck, up to the tops of her ears. "She didn't, Miss Angela." Lila giggled. Faith's eyes closed from the sheer humiliation. Sabrina might have been able to escape in that moment, had she been able to get past her own shock. "Faithie, you know the rules. If you have an accident, you're in diapers for the rest of the day." "Please... " Faith's protest was silenced by a gentle finger. With demure grace, surprising given her punkish exterior, she rose from the couch and headed downstairs, Faith trailing her and holding her hand... like a child. "Gosh they're cute." Lila's giggle brought Sabrina back to the present, and she realized that Kinsley's eyes were already upon her. "Bree, who put your arm down for you?" And just like that, the fear had returned. Gone was the confusion and bewilderment of Faith's situation, of her strange dynamic with Miss Angela. Her arm was still tingling, and renewed fear was twisting her stomach. She froze, not daring to move again. She wasn't supposed to move, speak, or react... Sabrina blinked rapidly, trying to banish the new tears that were threatening her as Lila hopped off the couch and strode toward her, malicious glee in her eyes and on her lips. "Good job, Bree." Her giggle wasn't cute, it was pure evil bubbling from her lips. Sabrina swallowed hard as Lila stood, inches from her face. "I'm not allowed to tell Angie if Faith gets put in diapers, it's part of our agreement - Angie doesn't need any help keeping her girlfriend in line. But you," Lila traced a finger down Sabrina's shoulder as she spoke, "you did it for me. Oh Faith is going to be so mad at you." Fingernails dragged back up her arm, and it took everything Sabrina had to suppress the shiver building inside her... and it took even more when those fingers began touching her face. Lila leaned in and whispered. "She's going to hurt you so much, Bree." She made a show of stretching, her arms raised high, the smile on her face never fading, never faltering. Behind her, Kinsley had relaxed on the couch, her fury gone. Her painted fingernails where crisscrossed over one another in her lap as she watched calmly. "Unless I protect you, of course." Lila planted a soft kiss on Sabrina's cheek. She lingered just a moment before stepping behind her, out of view. "Faith would never break one of my toys, after all. When I ask you a question, you may speak. I'm pulling your string." Lila's hand was gently pressing into her back. "Do you want to be my toy, Bree?" The question was impossible. Of course she didn't want it, of course she wanted things to go back to the way they were, when they were all friends, when they sat around as equals - watching movies and eating pizza. When Sabrina's biggest worry was making sure the dishes were clean. But to refuse was to invite pain upon herself. Faith had proven she was more than willing to get physical, and Lila sounded very confident in her assessment of the situation. To agree was to become even less than she was - not even a pet, not even a living thing. She would be resigning herself to being nothing more than an object, a plaything for Lila... and in a humiliating diaper just as Lila had been herself earlier that very day, just as Faith had been. And she knew for a fact that both girls had little issue wetting themselves, and that did not sound pleasant. Memories of Faith's hands on her body came to the forefront of her mind, memories of pleading for mercy as blows rained down upon her simply for irritating Angela... In comparison, wearing and potentially wetting a diaper, pretending to be a toy... humiliation seemed substantially less awful than physical pain, especially given that she had been so thoroughly humiliated already - what was one more indignity? "Yes." "Beg me. Drop to your knees and beg me to make you my doll. To dress you up. I think you know what I want to hear... or you're even dumber than I thought." Her stomach dropped like a rock, just as she dropped to her knees. She turned, looking up at Lila. "Please, Lila. Please let me be your dolly? Please dress me up in pretty clothes," her stomach felt sick as she reached for the words that Lila wanted to hear, words that would damn her to something less awful than Faith's wrath. "Please take me to you room and cuddle me like a stuffed toy and... " "And?" Lila's smirk was knowing, waiting. "And diaper me." The words caught in her throat, but she forced them past her lips regardless. "Are you going to wet yourself for me?" Lila's hands slid up her shoulders, her fingers slipping through the hair that was now long enough to grab. Sabrina closed her eyes, pursing her lips despite knowing the answer to her next question. "Am I the kind of dolly that wets?" "Kinsley loves me." Lila stroked Sabrina's cheek, a gentle caress as she spoke. "Do you think she'd buy me a dolly that didn't wet when you fed her or cry when you spanked her? I have enough dollies that do nothing. They lay unloved at the bottom of my toybox - is that what you want?" A shudder was the only response, coupled with a quick shake of the head, back and forth. A silent plea. "Come on, let's go get my dolly dressed." Sabrina didn't resist as Lila pulled her to her feet by the collar, taking her by the wrist once she was standing and walking toward the stairs. The pit of dread in her stomach was an interesting phenomenon. Her punishment could have been much, much worse for moving and crying out. They could have beaten her, they could have gagged her, they could have done any number of humiliating things to her... was this really all that bad? Lila seemed excited, and in theory it wouldn't cause her any physical pain... Kinsley stood and followed close behind as they headed for Lila's room. Sabrina noted that Faith's door was closed, but that was completely unsurprising. As Lila led her toward her bed, Sabrina's heart was pounding. She lay on Lila's bed, in the same spot where she had seen the girl just that morning, dressed in a wet diaper and a bib. The world had an unreal quality to it, a faint haze of not-quite-right as Lila unbuttoned her jeans. "Wait wait." Sabrina had somehow failed to see Kinsley standing there, right behind Lila. "Let's get the princess dressed first, then I can make sure she knows how to put her dolly's diaper on." "I want to dress my dolly first!" Lila was still protesting as Kinsley laid her down on the bed, stripping her dress off of her in one fluid motion. Sabrina blinked, unsure of what to do as Lila lay next to her, complaining in nothing but a bra and panties. "You'll get to dress your dolly when I know you're not going to make a puddle on the floor." "Kinsl- " A finger silenced her quickly, joined by a stern glance. Kinsley held her gaze, held her lips for a few moments before stepping over to Lila's dresser... and pulling out a pink, plastic-y rectangle. The rustle of the diaper unfolding was similarly surreal, and in her uncertainty of what to do, Sabrina decided it was safest to just be a doll - silent, still, ignorable. Panties were discarded. The diaper was unfolded, Sabrina watching the whole thing out of the corner of her eye as Lila was powdered and taped into that crinkly plastic padding right next to her on the bed, completely unembarrassed. And pouting slightly. Kinsley pulled a blue gingham dress over Lila's head before standing her up and fixing the bow behind her. Lila crinkled with every movement, the plastic rustle giving away what was hiding under that skirt. "Okay, mama... can I dress my dolly now?" "Yes, I want to watch. I want to make sure you know how to tape a diaper on your dolly properly, I don't want her to leak when you feed her." Lila might have been completely unfazed by the conversation, but Sabrina was mortified. She was still coming to terms with the concept of wearing the diaper, let alone using it. But the reality of the situation was marching ever closer as Lila stripped her down to just her bra. It took everything she had not to resist, not to push Lila's hands away as she was stripped of her coverings and her dignity. Or so she thought. It was Lila's turn to step over to the dresser, returning with a white plastic rectangle... that looked much thicker than the one Kinsley had grabbed. "Oh, you think your dolly is a heavy wetter, hmm?" "Yes mama, she's got a lot of milk to drink and I don't want to change her right away." Sabrina clenched her eyes shut, wishing it were all over, wishing it were all a dream. But it was all too real. "Okay, lift your dolly's bottom. That's right. Slide that diaper right under her." It was soft. Crinkly and soft. Much softer than she expected, especially as it was drawn closed around her. It felt like she were being hugged by a pillow, though the sounds of tape fastening to plastic shattered that momentary comfort as the meaning of those tapes was driven home. Every shift, every motion produced a crinkle. The leg gathers inside the plastic shell tickled the skin near her hips. It was impossibly soft... and surprisingly comfortable. It wasn't bad at all. Vastly, vastly preferable to a beating, or being chained to something and left there. "Make sure the tapes are even, you want the bottom two pointing up slightly and the top two pointing down. That's good. Yes, it's okay to adjust them... perfect. Now run a finger through the legband to make sure it's not stuck." Sabrina's eyes went wide as Lila's fingers invaded her most intimate places, places that had been completely exposed only moments before. "What do you want your dolly to wear?" "This!" This was apparently a babydoll top that wouldn't hang much past her navel. The diaper, the thick white padding, was going to be on full display. Kinsley helped pull her to a sitting position as Lila slipped the top over her head, Kinsley drawing her arms through the straps. She looked down, bewildered, at the puffy padding between her legs. Dancing blocks and rattles greeted her, spelling out the word "BABY" over and over and over across the diaper. The symbol of her defeat, of her surrender. "There! She's so cute!" "She is... " Sabrina's gaze shifted to the door, where Angela was standing, waiting... with Faith next to her. A giant, soft purple flower was clipped in her fiery red hair. Her top was white with large pastel purple flowers, and the skirt... The skirt was tied with a big gauzy bow at her waist, and layers of delicate lavender gauze falling to her mid-thighs. The translucent nature of the violet gauze revealed that Faith, too, was wearing a diaper. Lila, Faith, and herself, diapered and dressed like children. It was almost too much. "I have an idea though... " Angela mused. "May I take your doll for a moment, sweetie? She needs a little makeup." "Yes Miss Angela." Almost too much became too much quickly as Angela took her by the wrist, leading her toward the bathroom, the world around her crinkling loudly as she waddled along behind, silent and dumbfounded, bow-legged and helpless. And with an unfortunate pressure in her bladder.

That scene was actually the genesis of this story! As I laid there over Pudding's lap, face down, with Sophie laying atop me, my mind wandered and started to slip into character. And my thoughts were: "These people are crazy... I have to escape... " And I imagined a world where my beautiful housemates were dark. The original draft of Life in the Dollhouse was written as diary entries with Sabrina talking to her diary... fully expecting that Kinsley was reading it. But I don't think that format will work for a full-length story. Hopefully before the end of the story? She can be good! Just give her a.... ::counts on her fingers:: eighth chance? Like I said before, I'm not going to fault anyone for having to walk away from this story. It's dark. It's a psycho thriller. It's uncomfortable. I'm sorry for contributing to your difficult feelings ❤️ I hope things get better! For the rest of us, the diaper content is FINALLY HERE... and you're getting off the ride just as we get to the less dark stuff

Chapter Eighteen They had been long gone by the time Sabrina had recovered enough to pick herself up off the floor. Her thighs felt like the flesh was on fire, like she was being eaten by insects. It hurt and it tingled and it felt so warm... she stumbled over to the fridge and pulled out a bag of frozen peas, pressing it to her thigh with a hiss and a whimper. Faith's punishment was as intense as Kinsley's, and she had not seen it coming. Angie had been her hope. She seemed so nice, so warm... the echo of her words rang in Sabrina's head. Aww, she's suffering so much.. That gentle smile had been hiding something sinister. Wincing, she put the bag back in the freezer and finished the dishes, keeping the weight off of her poor, abused left leg. Some movie or other was playing upstairs, slightly ominous music and sounds of heavy footsteps. She finished quickly, placing the casserole dish in the rack before stepping as quietly as she could through the kitchen doorway, past the stairs, toward her room. She really wanted to talk to Jules. Anyone. She hadn't had contact with anyone but the Dolls in so long, bowing and scraping before them was getting too easy, too normal. She had blurted out that she was thankful to be in the Dollhouse so quickly to avoid punishment... "Where are you going, Bree?" Faith. She snapped back to reality, her heart sinking as she looked up the stairs. "I.. I'm just going to go lay down for a little bit... " She was shaking, she had no interest in being around the Dolls right now. "Did you ask permission?" It was barely a question, more of an accusation - and it sent a chill down her spine. She was in trouble again already. Tears welled up in Sabrina's eyes as she shrank visibly, drawing her hands close to her chest, her fingers drifting to the steel collar unconsciously. "I'm sorry... may I please go lay down in my room?" "No. Come upstairs." Faith didn't wait for an answer, she turned and walked away. Sabrina sent a longing look toward her door, so near and yet so far away. Her thigh was warning her not to disobey - sure, she could make it to her room, she could even block the door... but there was no escape. She couldn't climb out the window without hurting herself, she'd checked it enough times. It certainly wasn't an escape option. The front door wasn't an option, they'd hear her and she had no doubt that Kinsley would break her legs. A deep breath. Stairs. Everyone was staring at her as she rounded the banister. Faith was sitting in Angie's lap, looking contented. Angie had that unfailingly sweet smile, her arms wrapped around Faith's waist and her chin resting on her shoulder. Blue and red, side by side - it almost hurt to look at. Lila was glaring at her. Kinsley just looked impatient. "What took you so long?" Lila leaned forward, her cheeks puffing out in a display of immature fury. "Come sit, Bree." Kinsley gestured to a spot on the floor at her feet. "You've apparently ruined all pretense, so the rules are back in effect." "B-but... you said I'm a person while Angie is here. You said!" There was an empty spot on the couch between Lila and Angie. "Angela." Those brown eyes that had been so friendly and welcoming before, that had been lit from within with love for Faith turned toward Sabrina, as cold and intimidating as Kinsley's had ever been. "W-what?" "You will call me Angela, not Angie. Do you understand?" Sabrina nodded mutely, her cheeks burning. She stepped forward, head hanging, toward the spot where Kinsley wanted her. "Honey." Angie's voice shifted to a whine. "She's being rude to me. She didn't say anything at all." Sabrina was on the ground again before she even knew Faith had gotten up. Fingers dug into the back of her neck as her cheek was pressed into the unyielding floor. She yelped, going limp in Faith's grip. "My girlfriend asked if you understood, pet. When she talks to you, you answer." "I'm sorry! Angela! Angela! I'm sorry." "I think it's Miss Angela to you now. Hurt her more, honey. I like the sounds she makes." Sabrina felt Faith's other hand find the back of her thigh, black and blue with blossomed bruises. It lit up with new agony as faith took the smallest bit of her battered flesh between two fingers and pinched, twisting. She screamed. "Be quiet!" Lila scolded her as if she had a choice. Tears spilled from the corners of Sabrina's eyes as Faith pinched again and again. When the pain stopped, she whispered her pleas immediately. "I'm sorry Miss Angela, I'm sorry. I understand, Miss Angela. I'll only call you that from now on, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry." "See honey?" Miss Angela's tone was sweet once again as Faith released her. "She can be taught, you just have to be firm with dumb animals." The words stung. "You're so smart, honey." Sabrina watched Faith climb back into Miss Angela's lap as she pulled herself to a sitting position, wrapping her arms around her knees and curling into as small as shape as she could at Kinsley's feet. She whispered a plea, afraid to look up. "Please Kinsley... please, may I go lay down in my room?" "No. Now hush, we're going to put the movie back on - the one you rudely interrupted by sneaking around instead of coming to sit where you know you're supposed to. You were going to get to sit on the couch, now Angie knows you're just a pet, so it's back to the floor with you. You had your chance." "Oh sugar," Miss Angela's laugh was saccharine and lilting. "I knew what she was the second I stepped foot in the house. She didn't seem like the type to climb above my Faithie." Faith squirmed suddenly as Miss Angela tickled her. "Isn't that right honey?" "Honeeeyyyyy... " Sabrina's jaw nearly dropped at Faith's blushing whine. Lila started the movie back up with a sharp glare toward Faith. Coming into the middle of it, nothing made sense. It was some sci-fi film, there were spaceships and aliens and some kind of animal girl in a cage... Lila couldn't help but comment. "We need one of those for Bree!" "No thank you?" The answer was a smack on the top of her head by Kinsley. "Quiet. No talking during the movie." "But she... " "I swear," Faith snapped at her, "one more word and we'll gag you." "You should, honey. It would be so cute to watch you gag her." The lot of them discussed it over the movie for another few moments... Sabrina sat, afraid to move or make a sound. Being gagged did not sound fun and it seemed quite clear that the 'no talking' rule applied only to her. And Miss Angela was worse than no help - she seemed to constantly encourage Fatih to be mean to her. She closed her eyes and waited, hopeless. It was Kinsley that finally ended the discussion. "Can we please watch the movie? We're almost done." The movie was beyond boring, due mostly to the fact that it was confusing. She spent the majority of the film focusing on not moving, on staying as still and as quiet as possible, staring at the floor, staring at her toes, closing her eyes and just... waiting. And wishing desperately that the movie had another hour to go when it ended. Miss Angela spoke up first. "What shall we do next?" Everyone spoke at once. "Video games!" "Let's go cuddle and kiss... " "I think we should watch something else." The smile on Angela's face seemed unnerving, almost predatory. "Oh, Bree. I almost forgot you were there. Faith told me you have a lovely singing voice, why don't you sing something for us?" Sabrina could only stare. She couldn't sing at all, the only time she did was in the shower, off-key and horrible and ideally drowned out by the rush of water. Faith looked confused as well... and after a moment, it dawned on her what Angela was up to. "Um, no thank y- " "Honey... " Angela had squeezed Faith tightly around the midsection, her chin resting on Faith's shoulder, her blue hair tossed over and mingling with Faith's own red. "Train- " "Ah ah," Angela cut her off. "Stand up so we can see you." Cheeks burning, she stood in front of the TV and began again, wishing she were locked in her room or chained to the stove or being spanked, anything but this. She thought about purposefully misbehaving, but she knew that they'd just make her sing anyway - the Dolls always got their way and she had no doubt that the same would extend to Angela. "Train roll on... on down the line... " She launched into the first song that came to mind. "Won't you please take me far away?" Faith and Kinsley winced in unison. Lila simply yelled. "STOP! Stop! Stop singing, please! You are terrible." Sabrina already knew it was true, but that didn't make it sting any less. She closed her mouth, wrapping her arms around herself self-consciously as she looked to Angela. Conflicting orders were always so frightening - if she stopped singing, Angela could punish her. But if she kept going, Lila would certainly get Kinsley to punish her instead. It seemed like her entire life was a series of stressful catch-22 situations lately. "Um... may I please go to my room?" There seemed to be actual pity in Kinsley's eyes. "Ye- " "No." Angela's answer was curt and pointed, cutting Kinsley's off. "If you can't sing, then dance for us. There must be some reason they keep you. Amuse me, petgirl." "Please... I don't know how to dance, I... " Tears were threatening again. Angela was nothing like she had expected, and Sabrina felt beyond fooling for having had any hope resting in Faith's girlfriend at all. Everyone was always talking about how sweet and nice and funny Angela was, nothing had betrayed any hint of the demon that tormented her now. "Then what good are you?" The words cut. "I... I... " Lila chirped in. "She gives good cuddles, and she lays still when you stroke her hair." "She won't sing, she won't dance - you say that she best serves as a pillow. I don't think you have a pet at all, I think you have - ironically - a doll." Lila's mouth hung open in a gaping "O". Her eyes sparkled with a new glee, the kind that generally accompanied a demand... but somehow with more of a twinkle, more desire, more amusement. "A dolly! I want a dolly!" "Then it's settled." Angela's malicious glee was naked, on display for all to see. "Bree, you're a doll for the rest of the night. You aren't to move or speak at all. Someone will... actually, Faithie - will you go pose Lila's dolly for me? Bree, if you speak or move... well, you know." Sabrina's stomach dropped as Faith approached her. Instinctively, she raised her arms to protect herself but both of her wrists were grabbed in a flash, her left arm straightened, palm level with her shoulder and pointed upward. The other arm was positioned so that her hand was flat against her tummy. She held her breath as fingers grabbed her chin, straightening her posture and pointing her head up slightly. Her arm was already getting tired before Faith stepped back. "There. What a pretty dolly you have, Lila." "I want to play with her!" Lila's feet kicked against the side of the couch. "You'll get to, sweetie." Angela beckoned Faith back over, pulling Sabrina's tormentor back down into her lap and ruffling her pixie cut. "But let's see how long she can hold that pose, hmm? Then you can think up a new game to play with your new dolly." "I want to dress her up!" "Oh really? What are you going to dress her in?" "Well, she fits in my clothes and I have lots of cute outfits... " Sabrina stood as still as she could, her left arm beginning to ache from the strain of holding it up. It shook slightly and she did everything she could not to move, not to allow her arm to shake - though she couldn't stop it completely - while the others discussed her, as though she were an object. So much had happened since she moved in with the Dolls, it was hard to tell if this was the most humiliating thing she had gone through. The look in Kinsley's eyes, the sense that she was actually sorry for what was happening, almost made her drop her arm, almost made her think she could avoid a punishment. Almost. Her attention snapped back to Lila suddenly. "Oh! I'll put her in diapers!" "What? No!" Sabrina's eyes widened in horror. And she realized that everyone, Kinsley included, was glaring at her.

Lol - it's a darn shame you missed the panel, WB. Personalias ranted about the re-raising trope at length and there was much rejoicing.

? What, did you think Lila was evil or something?

I think disgusted is too strong a word - I don't like to portray any characters as being disgusted because the last thing I want to do is make anyone like me feel bad about what they like accidentally. I struggled with self-acceptance as a Little for a loooooooong time. Sabrina is shocked by the diapers, she's confused and a little condescending, but I think disgusted is a step beyond. Thanks for commenting! And thanks muchly for the Like ❤️

Chapter Seventeen Unsurprisingly, Lila won the video game. Sabrina played with her for nearly an hour while Kinsley cooked, the scents of a rich, cheesy, tomato-y dish wafting through the house. When the match was over, she gladly put the controller down... only for Lila to pick it up and put it in her palms again. "You're not even trying, Bree. If you're letting me win, it's just going to make me mad and I'll make sure you get punished for that." "I'm not letting you win!" The reaction came out of nowhere, the frustration and rage bubbling up unbidden. "I'm not good at these stupid games. I don't even like video games. You make me play them." Sabrina glared at the childish woman, surprised when her eyes started to tear up. Her voice was a small squeak. "You... you don't want to play with me?" She seemed genuinely upset by it. Guilt touched Sabrina's heart, but it was washed away with a blast of cold fear as she spotted Kinsley in the kitchen doorway. It was easy to forget what she had been piecing together about Lila. It wasn't her fault. She was awful, she was pushy and demanding, she was immature and inconsiderate, and she was being pushed to behave that way by Kinsley and Faith. She got everything she wanted, she didn't have to do anything for herself. Kinsley kept her in diapers when she got too upset, and she'd just sit on the ground and watch cartoons... they had turned her from a supposedly brilliant scientist into an overgrown child. Just like they were turning her into a house pet. It was a sobering realization. As she watched a large tear slide down Lila's cheek, her thoughts crystallized. The "good girl" phrase, the collar, the way she was praised for giving in and punished for resisting. This was almost certainly what Kinsley had done to Lila as well. She thought of how mesmerizing those blue eyes were, how powerfully she felt affected by Kinsley's voice. And she felt bad for Lila. She was a victim too. A deep sigh escaped Sabrina's lips. "I'm sorry, Lila. I'm just cranky that I always lose. Can we play a different game for a while? I like the racing one better." Lila sniffled, wiping away a tear with the back of her hand. "Y-you want to play with me?" "I do. I like playing with you." The lie was hard to tell, but she kept her face composed. She leaned in a little closer, lowering her voice. "Lila? Why... why were you wearing a diaper?" "Well, because Mama- " "Dinnertime!" The leader of the Dolls called out, her voice reaching all corners of their house. Lila popped up immediately, not even bothering to finish her sentence, and walked to the kitchen... to the little card table that barely held the four of them under normal circumstances. She rose to join them, unsure of how this was going to work out, when Faith's door opened. Blue hair and brown eyes and a smile as big as the world stepped out, and Sabrina was struck mid-step by just how bright Angie was. Not just her hair, but her smile. It was easy to see why Faith gushed over her as she walked toward the kitchen, holding Faith's hand in her own as her red-haired roommate trailed behind. Faith's neck was a smattering of bruises, bite marks, and lipstick. She stumbled along behind Angie - her eyes downcast, her smile just as large as her girlfriend's, and her cheeks nearly the same color as her hair. Lila practically screamed her joy at dinner. "Kinsley casserole! I love Kinsley casserole!" Faith's eyes snapped up, her wide smile turning to a grin. "Yes!" "Aww." Angie stepped toward Kinsley and leaned in, kissing the tall woman on the cheek. "I'm flattered. Thank you, sugar." Sabrina stepped into the overcrowded kitchen, confused. "What's a Kinsley casserole?" "Just the best food ever! Well, ice cream doesn't count. Is ice cream a food?" Lila cocked her head to one side before shrugging. "It doesn't matter. It's really good. It's got magic as an ingredient!" Sabrina was skeptical. "Magic?" She felt suspicious as Kinsley dished out the steaming mess of noodles and red sauce, big chunks of meat poking out of it, hamburger and sausage, bits of chicken. "Wait. I thought you were vegetarian?" "And I don't expect everyone else to be. This is my mama's recipe that I made a few changes to, to make it my own. Kinsley casserole. Don't mean I'm gonna eat it. I have a lovely batch of cheese bread and salad for myself. I don't mind cooking with meat every now and again." "Shut up and say thanks, dummy." Lila stuck her tongue out at Sabrina as she accepted a bowl of the cheesy noodles. "Thank you M... Kinsley." She blushed, apparently remembering herself. Sabrina accepted the steaming bowl. "We can't all fit at the card table." The food did smell good, Kinsley obviously had some talent. "We'll eat upstairs." Kinsley handed out the last bowl to Faith before grabbing her own food. "We'll watch something together, we'll enjoy dinner, and then Bree will do the dishes." Angie smiled as she squeezed past. "Well that's very sweet of you Bree. Come on, sweetie. Let's go sit down." "Yes honey." Faith with Angie was night and day from the scowling, serious girl that Sabrina was used to. Especially of late, ever since Kinsley had "demoted" Sabrina, Faith had been quite hard on her. But with Angie, she was walking on clouds. She floated along behind her blue-haired love, her smile as big as ever as they carried their dinner upstairs. It was a nice change. As Sabrina stepped toward the doorway, Lila cut her off, walking directly in front of her. Sabrina stopped short, narrowly avoiding colliding with the other woman, frowning. Kinsley did the same, leaving Sabrina alone in the kitchen. "You're at the bottom, sugar. You go last." She sighed. It seemed like the only time she was going to get a break was while Angie was in the room with her. After a deep, cleansing breath, she made her way up the stairs - only to find the couch completely full. "Oh Bree, here. You can have my spot." Angie began to get up, but Faith stopped her with a gentle hand and a whining voice. "Honey no, please sit with me?" Faith turned toward Sabrina, her expression saying everything. "She doesn't mind sitting on the floor. She likes it. Don't you Bree?" All eyes were on her, and the only pair that looked gentle was Angie's. "I like it." She lied as she sat down on the floor near Kinsley's feet. The food was good at least, as good as it smelled if not better. Everyone's excitement made sense, and the meal was enjoyable. Kinsley put on some inane sitcom that Sabrina had no interest in. She stopped eating every so often to fetch someone a drink as they requested them, but otherwise the meal was uneventful. Soon the empty bowls were all piled on the coffee table by happy hands belonging to contented stomachs. "Go ahead Bree." Kinsley gestured to the pile of dishes. "Do a good job, make sure you scrape the glass dish." Irritation spread across her face, but Sabrina obeyed, standing and piling the dishes in her arms. She could resist, she could refuse, she could fight back... but she knew that the moment Angie was gone, they'd inflict far worse pain on her than if she just complied, obeyed. She'd find a way out, but it wasn't going to present itself by fussing over some dishes. The show resumed as she headed down the stairs, laden with sauce-smelling bowls. The glass baking dish Kinsley used was in the worst shape of all and it was going to take a lot of work to get it cleaned again. Sabrina grumbled softly to herself as she worked, scrubbing bowls while the laughter of the rest of them crashed down the stairs. "I hate this." She spoke only to herself, and only in a hushed tone. Sabrina wondered if she could slip out the front door unnoticed, but Kinsley's latest threat still held fast to her heart. She had hurt more in the past month than she had known possible, and she had no interest in seeing what lay beyond the next horizon of suffering. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt a hand gently land on her shoulder. "Thanks for working so hard for them." Angie's bright smile was soft and warm, and she was a few inches shorter now with her shoes off. "Thanks for helping to take care of my beautiful Faith." "Sure... " She blinked her surprise at the soft kiss that Angie planted on her cheek. "She's really special to me." With that, Angie turned and walked back toward the stairs. "Wait." Sabrina's heart was racing. This was her chance. She could hear the other three carrying on upstairs. There might not be another moment like this for a while. "Hmm?" Angie leaned on the doorway, waiting. "I need help." "With the dishes? Sorry sweetie, I- " "No." Sabrina dried her hands off quickly and stepped closer. "I need help getting out of here." "Wha?" Angie blinked, confused. Sabrina took Angie's hands in her own. "I'm a prisoner. I need help. I need you to call the police for me, I need to- " Angie cut her off with a tinkling laugh. "Oh Bree! They told me you were funny. A prisoner? Of my sweet Faith?" "No... yes... I mean, I think it's Kinsley behind it all but they won't let me leave and... " Angie's smile faded, slipping from her face completely as she stood up straight. "They told me that they rescued you, that you were grateful." "I was! Angie, this is a collar!" Sabria clutched at the steel ring, pulling on it and shaking it at Angie. "They make me wear a collar... they hit me. Kinsley beats me. I... please help me." Angie crossed her arms, looking distraught. "This isn't funny, Bree." "It's not, I- " "Honey!" Angie called loudly over her shoulder. "Honey, can you come here?" "Coming honey!" Sabrina's eyes went wide as fear rushed through her. It was too late to stop her, the sound of Faith's footsteps loomed ever nearer. Sabrina dashed for the sink, terrified. She plunged her hands in the water, hoping that the dishes would save her. "What's up?" "Bree doesn't seem to be very thankful to be here. She was telling me how you hit her and make her wear a collar." Sabrina flinched, studiously ignoring the conversation, her hands shaking in the soapy water. "I never hit her." Faith sounded surprisingly defensive. "Kinsley gave her a couple of spankings, but... " "Bree?" There was an edge to Angie's voice that hadn't been there before. "Are you grateful to be here?" She barely managed to squeak out an answer. "Of course." "Honey." Angie pushed Faith toward the sink. "She's lying to me and I don't like it." Sabrina whimpered as Faith's hand wrapped around her arm. "Don't lie to my girlfriend, Bree." "I'm not! I'm grateful to be here! I am! Thank you for letting me stay here, thank you for giving me a place to live, thank you- " "Honey... " The one word spoke volumes. "No!" Sabrina screamed as her face sped toward the ground. She tried to catch herself, but Faith held her fast. Before long, she was on her stomach on the kitchen floor, her arm twisted behind her back, Faith's knee in her spine. A hand came down across the backs of Sabrina's thighs over and over, bringing new life to the fading bruises covering her legs. "Ow! No! Please! I'm sorry!" Words devolved into sobbing, wordless pleas as Faith's hand rained down mercilessly, over and over and over. Sabrina was in agony, her voice hoarse from begging, from crying, from wailing. When the beating stopped, when Faith stood, Sabrina was a puddle on the floor, writhing and whimpering, holding her thighs and wishing the pain would subside. Angie's warm voice fell on her ears. "Aww, she's suffering so much.. " The words could have been sweet, but not the way she said them. Not with that hint of malicious glee in her voice. Like she was cooing about how adorable an animal was. "You're so cute, honey. Do you think she's grateful now?" "I hope so, honey. For her sake, I hope so."

I promise promise promise that it doesn't stay this dark forever. It is absolutely a psycho-thriller, that was my intention when I first started writing it - but it does get lighter!!

Thank you! I hope you continue to enjoy it! So... ...is she your favorite character yet? I mean, you'd have to be pretty petty to not help someone out of a situation like Sabrina's just because they called you by the wrong job title...

Chapter Sixteen The bear cartoon had a maddening number of episodes. Story after story of ridiculous talking bears, all the while either Faith or Lila inflicted minor pains on her. She wondered if she looked as pathetic as she felt when Kinsley came back over and gently took the remote from Lila's grasp. "Okay kids." The television went dark as all eyes went to Kinsley. "Little time is over, Faith go shower and get dressed. Lila, come with me to your room, you're going to get dressed too. Angie's coming over." "But I don't wanna!" Lila whined. "You told me I'm cutest like this!" "And you are, sugar, you are. But Angie's coming over, and I said no. I'll dress you back up soon soon, okay? Who's Mama's little doll? Yes, you are. Now come on, you've been such a good girl." Grumpily, Lila rose. She offered her hand to Kinsley and was led toward the stairs, her diaper sagging below the hem of the skirtall. Sabrina couldn't understand how she could stand to be wearing such a thing - any diaper at all, let alone such an obviously wet diaper. It was becoming more and more obvious how complete Kinsley's control was. "Bree, go get dressed. You're a person again for the rest of the night, you may talk but understand that if you misbehave while Angie is here, there will be severe consequences. Do you understand?" Sabrina only nodded, which brought a smile to Kinsley's lips. She watched as the pair disappeared down the stairs but remained there, laying on the floor for a long moment, simply recovering. Below, there were sounds of doors closing and after drawing in a deep, cleansing breath, Sabrina rose to her feet and enjoyed the simple act of standing and walking. Her room was blessedly unlocked, and after a quick trip to the bathroom, she discarded her pajamas in favor of jeans and a brightly colored t-shirt that read, "My Favorite Color is Rainbows." It obviously belonged to Lila at one point, certainly not Faith - regardless, it felt nice to be out of pajamas. Reluctantly, she closed her door behind her as she left her room, dreading being locked out of her safe space again. An entirely too-shaggy haired version of herself greeted her in the bathroom mirror. A deep sigh passed her lips as she ran her fingers through the ever-lengthening hair. Only the very tips had any color now, the rest was close to a half inch long and irritatingly blonde. The collar was heavy and bright against her neck, drawing her eyes away from her hair. With a frown, she glanced out of the bathroom... but everything was quiet. Faith was still getting changed out of her absurd outfit, and Kinsley was dressing Lila. Quietly, Sabrina pushed the bathroom door closed, an idea occurring to her. Standing on the toilet, she opened the window and peered out. It was a long way to the ground, and it looked like the dolls stored lawn equipment on this side of the house - directly under the window. The window in her room was too awkward to climb out of, it was a simple, squat rectangle and too high up to escape through - she had already tried that one enough times. But she was terrified of trying the front door again. Her mind turned again to Angie. They were hiding their strange ways, putting back on the semblance of normal they had used to fool her. She hoped Angie would be able to help her. She fantasized of taking the newcomer aside and explaining her situation, begging her to call the police, to get her out of there... she wasn't sure exactly what she'd say, but she was sure she'd think of something when the time came. The squeaky door of Lila's room alerted her that her time alone was at an end. Kinsley exited first with a much calmer Lila behind, in a simple calf-length white sundress with a smattering of blue flowers about it. "We're watching a movie until Angie gets here." Lila's declaration was so assured, so confident - as Sabrina moved into step behind her, she listened for the crinkling of a diaper, but heard nothing. Not that she had noticed before, but now she at least knew what to listen for. A movie sounded awful to her right then after so much time spent watching animated bears, but one thing she had learned well was not to argue when Lila wanted to do something. If Faith or Kinsley objected, it was one thing, if she objected herself it was entirely different, and generally didn't end well for her. They settled into their places on the couch, Sabrina took a seat on the floor at their feet without even thinking about it. Unsurprisingly, it was another children's movie. One of the newer, computer animated movies - Sabrina wasn't sure which one, they started it in the middle of the film, obviously resuming from some earlier viewing. Her attention drifted quickly, however, as Kinsley's fingers brushed their way through her hair, stroking her cheek, running along the tender spot behind her ear. Without thinking, she relaxed, barely hearing the whispered "good girl" praise from the leader of the dolls. Her eyes drifted closed as she enjoyed the simple affection of the touch. No demands, nothing was required of her but to enjoy it. After hours of Lila's probing pinches and fingernails digging into her flesh, it was incredibly soothing. She startled, jolting upright at the knock at the door. "Coming honey!" Faith struggled to extricate herself from the tangle of limbs on the couch as she hurried for the front door. Kinsley, in the meantime, slipped her hands under Sabrina's armpits and slid down the couch in one fluid motion, plopping Sabrina in the newly vacated spot. The room looked weird from a spot on the couch, rather than a place on the floor. Sabrina watched Faith's face light up as she held the door wide open, her beaming face and flaming hair disappearing behind a flurry of vibrant blue locks as a slender woman rushed through the doorway. "Honey! I missed you!" Angie was just slightly taller than Faith, her hair falling below her shoulders and just as bright blue as Faith's was red. The two together were a riot of color, to the point that it was a little tiring on the eyes. Their kiss was sweet and tender as they embraced, Faith pushing the door closed with a foot, never interrupting their lip lock. Lila rolled her eyes, drawing a glare from Kinsley. Sabrina merely shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The new woman was dressed in black jeans and an obviously well-loved red flannel shirt, matching the color of Faith's hair. Her platform boots were one part elegant and one part punk, it was somewhat impressive. She carried no purse and without ever taking her lips from her girlfriend's, she dropped her keys on the small table beside the door. When they finally came up for air, Sabrina was blushing and trying not to stare. Faith led Angie to the couch, hand in hand, using the other to gesture to Sabrina. From this distance, it was easy to make out the color of Angie's eyes, a rich brown that was pretty close to Faith's. Her skin was pale and smooth, delicate. Her fingers were long and lithe, and when she walked there was confidence in her step. "Angie hun, this is Bree." "Sabrina." The correction came instantaneously, automatically, and entirely without thought. She winced, looking to Kinsley, but there was no irritation there, just a welcoming smile. "I uh, I've heard a lot about you." "I've heard some about you as well, I'm sorry you've had such a hard time. I hope Faith has been taking good care of you." Angie reached up with her free hand and ran her fingers through Faith's hair. "You've been here what, a couple of months? It's depressing that I've been so busy that I haven't met you until now." It felt beyond strange to be having a normal, casual conversation after everything that had happened the past few days. Emotions clashed, jarring, as her brain reminded her that she had been chained to the stove mere feet from where they were standing, that she had been beaten until she bled, that she had begged, cried, and tried to escape. Kinsley's hand on her shoulder suddenly didn't feel quite as comforting, quite as soothing. She could feel Kinsley's rings digging into her flesh. A warning. Behave. "How's the seamstress business?" Sabrina knew instantly that she had made a misstep. Angie's smile never faltered, but one eye narrowed ever so slightly and the warm glow that had been there a moment ago was gone, her smile hiding a hard edge. "I'm not a seamstress, dear." Angie leaned into Faith, her blue hair cascading over her girlfriend's shoulder. "I'm a dressmaker, a costumer. I design things, I make things, I sell things. I don't simply mend things." "I'm so sorry." Apologizing seemed to come very quickly and easily to Sabrina lately. "I didn't mean to offend- " "Forget it." Angie's laugh was quick and sharp. Sabrina got the impression that it was far from forgotten. "It was nice to meet you, Bree. I'm going to take Faith to her room for a bit and give her a million kisses." "Honey!" Faith blushed furiously, seeming to shrink next to the smiling woman who was winding herself around her. "I believe we're all going to have dinner together tonight." Angie's fingers dragged across Faith's shoulder and up her neck, a very sensual motion. "So we'll see you soon. Oh, and Bree - that's a lovely necklace. Very unconventional." Sabrina's fingers were on the steel ring around her neck before she realized that her hand had moved. "Thank you... " Her reply was weak, quiet. Angie might not have even heard it, her back already turned and headed down the hallway with Faith in her arms. "You messed up!" Lila laughed, slapping a hand against the back of Sabrina's head. "You big dummy!" "I didn't know she didn't like that!" "That's because you're dumb." Lila laughed sharply, reaching forward and grabbing her video game controller. "Come on, you're playing with me until dinner." Playing a game with the brat was among the last things she wanted to do in that moment. Normally, she wouldn't have said anything, but she felt empowered by Angie being in the house. "No thank you." Lila stared, unblinking at the refusal. "Unless you want to ask me nicely?" Without an outsider there, she would not have dared to challenge Lila this way, especially not with Kinsley sitting right next to them. If she had done this very same thing even ten minutes prior, she knew that she would have been sprawled across the ground from the force of Kinsley slapping her. But they couldn't hit her without tipping off Angie. "Bree. You're being a bad girl." Ice. The words were pure ice, hanging in the air between them. Sabrina shivered, her resolve shaking. She could feel Kinsley's eyes on her, on the back of her neck. She was terrified to look. "I... I'm going to go for a walk." Her original plan had been to find Angie and plead for the woman to get her help - the police, anyone. But if they couldn't stop her from leaving, it might be just as well to go immediately. Before she could stand, Kinsley's hand fell on her thigh. "Bree. I want you to think long and hard about the choice that you're making right now. Are you really going to walk outside?" Kinsley leaned in close, adding a whisper to the question. "Where she can't hear you at all? We could just take this to the car." Sabrina swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly feeling disturbingly dry. "Mama says that I don't have to ask nicely." Lila sneered, pressing a controller into Sabrina's hands. "You do what I want, when I want. That's all there is to it. Don't make me ever explain it to you again, Bree. You're at the bottom. Say it." Sabrina clenched her eyes shut, deeply regretting that she hadn't just picked up the controller and played. She should have known it wouldn't be that easy. "I'm at the bottom." She nearly choked on the words. "And you're going to do whatever I want." "And I'll do whatever you want." "Good girl, Bree." Lila patted her on the head, drawing another blush. "Kinsley's gonna cook a special dinner. We're gonna have a great night." She delivered the words with sweetness, her smile never faltered. Kinsley rose, taking two steps toward the kitchen before turning around and adding quietly: "Or we'll make you hurt as soon as she's gone." She paused for a moment, unblinking. "A lot."