You are changed, and put into footies by one of your captors. He puts a pacifier in your mouth, and carries you over to your crib. He lays you down, and covers you with a baby blanket. He looks down at you.
"Somebody has to go to sleep now. You'd better behave." he says.
He turns on the baby monitor and mobile, turns off the light, and leaves, shutting the door behind him. You begin to cry. The pacifier falls from your mouth, and you cry at the top of your lungs.
A few minutes later, your first captor walks in, bottle in hand. He picks you up, and takes you to the rocking chair. All you do is sob. You see out the window that the sun has not set yet. You are fed, and burped. The man rocks back and forth, and puts your pacifier back in your mouth. You look out the window, hopelessly thinking that you will never escape from this, that you will live here the rest of your life. As the man notices you calming down, he continues rocking.
He walks over to put you back in your crib, your head on his shoulder. You face the window, wishing you could go home where you belonged. Your diaper is checked one final time. It is clean. You reach your arms out towards the window, whimpering. You want to go home. Your captor notices how upset you are, and begins to rub your back. You notice his expression has softened. A few tears roll down your cheeks.
Finally, you are practically asleep. You are tucked into your crib. You feel relaxed, and drift off into sleep.
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