Lana:

I resigned myself to the fact I was not getting out of this situation tonight. I needed more information and I didn't have it. When my bottle was empty and my bladder filled, I released it a little at a time to ease the pressure.

It was strange to pee laying down. It ran down and pooled around my bottom before being absorbed into the lining. Soon, the pressure built beyond my brief spurts and I flooded the diaper uncontrollably. The warmth spread out all around my behind. The relief was welcome if the method was not.

I will have to admit this was a bit familiar to me. Growing up, I had been a bed-wetter. Diapers at night were a vivid memory for me. These were thicker and the fluid made me wet a lot more but I knew that this was my only choice. There was no use being miserable so I tried to relax and get some sleep. I would need to be sharp tomorrow.

If there was a flaw in Trisha's plan, I was going to find it and exploit it to escape her sadistic grasp. Even if I could only get away myself, I would bring help back for Brent. I'm sure he would do the same for me. I tried to keep my spirits up though it was difficult in a soaked diaper.

I drifted off to sleep that night and I dreamed of my parents. It was a happy dream. We were in a park, having a picnic. Our dog was there and we were playing catch with the flying disc. I awoke too soon to find myself still trapped in a caged bed with a diaper and useless hands in mittens. I hoped Trisha would come and release me soon. I'd been in this soggy diaper all night.