Lana:

I was peacefully resting in the giant crib I was chained to as best I could under the circumstances. I had tugged at my restraints enough to know they seemed too solid for me to break with brute strength. I decided to concentrate on looking around at my environment and see if I could learn anything about what they were planning.

The obvious things were easy. Trisha had said her nieces had visited and the rooms were furnished to their liking. It was decorated like a little girl's room, a baby girl's maybe. They had diapers in the drawers so that meant it was for a child of no more than two or three years old. How long ago was that?

But this crib they had me in was big enough for a full-grown adult. Trisha would fit in here. They had put me in a diaper and inserted something into my rectum. It was cool going in but nothing else had happened yet.

Trisha mentioned cleaning out all that bad camp food. Logically, it had to be some sort of laxative suppository, meant to make me empty my bowels. It seemed excessively large for that though. I'd been given a suppository once and it was smaller than a person's pinky finger.

With that line of reasoning, the diaper was starting to make sense. If I couldn't get up while restrained to the bed and the suppository action happened before they returned, my accident would need to be caught in the diaper rather than foul the bedding.

A chill ran down my spine and my nipples hardened. This was some sort of cruel trick if they meant for me to use the diaper, especially in that way. What twisted reason could Trisha possibly have for doing this to me? Was Brent aware of my imprisonment? Did they have him locked up as well?