"Shit…I should say something." You think to yourself. "I mean…She's sitting there crying."
"Uh…Are you alright?" You ask , trying to be genuine while asking a auestion you could probably answer yourself. The girl's eyes rise from above her knees, she pulls her arms across her chest as she leans back against the side wall of her cell.
She sniffles, "Yeah. I should say thanks…They stopped hitting me when you hit that bitch."
"No problem…I guess." Prride is rearing its ugly head in you, "Why were they hitting you anyway?"
"Uh…Because I, uh…Had an, uh…" she trails off. You can finish her sentence for yourself, no use making her say it.
"I see…Why are you diapered? And why am I in…Tighty Whities? Of all the things, had to be friggin' tighty whities."
She giggles a bit at the end of your statement, but quickly reverts back to being solemn.
"Because we're expiriments. They're expirimenting with mental regressio-…" she chokes up, "I don't want to be like a baby again!" She yells as she squeezes her head back into her knees.
"So they want to make me into a baby again…" you whisper to yourself. "Shit." You say aloud. "Gotta find a way outta here."
"Don't you see! There is no way out! Nobody can, and the people who try are never heard of again." She screams at you, a lot of pent-up anger is obviously coming out of the girl.
With a sigh, you lean back onto the cell bars. "I'm Joseph. You?" You finally say after a few minutes of silence.
The girl looks back up at you, trying to make eye-contact, but you're staring at the floor. "Kathy." She says with a big sniffle, the crying stops.
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