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from his forehead. "Sleep well, little baby. I'll look
in on you both later this afternoon." 's voice was soft,
reassuring, but it did nothing to dispel the wave of terror filled
panic that washed over him. The crib side was drawn up and
locked. didn't even turn around on 's way out of the room.
A movement above him caused David to look up, only to
see his reflection in a full length mirror over the crib. Though the
top of the crib was barred he had little difficulty watching his
every convulsion as his behind delivered wave after wave of
sticky, acidic mush into the waiting diaper. He watched his body
behave beyond his control, studied the many straps and devices
that bound him and listened to his own muffled grunts and moans
as he lay helpless under the onslaught of the suppositories. He
perspired so much that the sweat dripped into his eyes blurring his
vision.
He didn't care about anything but the next spasm, hoping it
would be the last, praying that each movement would carry away
the three angry horn
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