Standing in the corner.

Typical.

Humillating.

However you want to describe it, those two words are in most descriptions a 14-18 year old in this situation would mentally write.

Half of the 30 minutes was up. Lilith reminded herself that obedience is key.

She also found out one third of the information thats vital to being able to form a plan out.

Daddy likes obedience.

Mommy seems to like it, too, when shes acting all lovey-dovey. Adding that to the mix helps with the second key.

The sounds of the TV behind her and Leo giggling were getting annoying. She dazed off randomly, entering her own head for a couple minutes.

Having an inside moment was too dangerous. When she leaves it she might have a breakdown just from having to pee with a diaper on.

After the fifteen minutes was up she sped over to Leo. "Wheres the bathroom?"

He called for Daddy immediately.

Shit!

Daddy came in. "Yes, Baby?" Lilith wanted to shrink down into a tiny ball and cry.

"Lilith wants to see the bathroom. Show her all the bath toys, Daddy!" Leo exclaimed happily and childishly.

He looked at Lilith who was silently pleading him.

"No... I don't think thats it," he said, picking up Lilith. "Baby... The diaper is there for a reason..."

'Shit...' Lilith thought. 'NEEDING to with it on is embarressing enough...'

She was whimpering now. "N-No, I want to see the bath, Daddy."

'Even if he takes me how will I get him to leave?!'

He shook his head. "No, Baby... Your gonna need to use your diaper, first. Then we'll go." He held her closely, but it wasn't comforting. Not at all.

'Nononono, I can't give in to this...'

She whimpered. This can't happen. But it happened.

Daddy took her to the changing table and changed her diaper.

'Its happened. Its done. I'm officially weak.'

Lilith was so close to crying. To screaming. To resisting. To breaking those steel doors herself and letting the world know and see her pain.

But she didn't.

Daddy watched as it happened, the rouge tear struggling to leave rolled down her cheek, but everything else disappeared.

Her eyes glassed over and she was still.

Her breath was steady but she didn't seem to be there.

She didn't feel there, either.

Her ability to hear, see, touch, taste, it was so unimportant she forgot it before she could acknoledge it.

Daddy finished changing her diaper and picked her up, patting her back. He just hoped that she would actually cry when she came out of the trance. "Baby?" he cooed, trying to get her to wake up.

Life returned to her eyes, disorientation plagueing them shortly after. She stared at Daddy, at the changing table, at everything as if she was new to this.

When the disorientation disappeared she recognized who she was and where. Not any better.

Then she remembered her act.

Lilith knew this wasn't working. It couldn't work like this. But she needed to leave. Fast.

Out of sheer instinct she ripped herself away from Daddy's chest, looking at his disappointed frown.

Then it hit her.

'Thats how,' she thought. 'They know I'm acting. I need to stop.'

She felt stupid. Of course nothing would work, because they expected a tantrum stage. If they never got one then they'll be suspicous.

Daddy just seemed confused. His baby kept zoning out after sucking her tears back like a vacuum, and didn't know what to do.

He sat on the chair with her, rocking her but she struggled.

She struggled against him, something not expected from him.

(Look, sorry. I can't be on wattpad now. I just wanted to let Anyone187 know I still really want to write this, but I can't be on wattpad right now.)