Free Snatched by Callee Raye Page B

underneath the sun dress she wore a cloth diaper.
    “Daddy Joe will get you all cleaned up in a minute baby girl. Just let me take care of your little sister first,” he said scooting an adult-sized changing table across the floor beside the crib.
    She rubbed her hands together, which she often did out of habit whenever she was trying to think. Moira’s eyes quickly darted around surveying the nauseating Pepto-Bismol pink colored room. This was truly a color that only a deranged baby lover would pick, she thought. She felt sick just looking at that color surrounding her. The room was equipped with everything. It was a baby’s dream room except for one thing or should she say two things. Neither one of them were actually babies.  She noticed that there was only one way in and one way out of their room in that part of the basement, except for two small windows. Panic was surging through her body, like little electric bolts. Just play along until you can figure something out, Moira kept repeating in her head.
    He cleaned and changed the baby’s diaper. Moira wondered how long the baby had been held there, playing this real live game of survival. He carefully propped the baby up in the white baby bed and gave her the rest of her bottle.
    “Do you like your new big sister? Her name is Moira.”
    The baby nodded her head up in down, looking at Moira with those big sorrowful chestnut brown eyes. She reached out her arms towards Moira, just like a baby does when they want to be picked up.
    “Moira do you like your new little sister Abby?”
    Moira nodded her head up and down in response. The other person being held captive was named Abby.
    “Good, you two are going to get along perfectly,” he said while grinning from ear to ear, just like a proud papa.
    “We are all going to be just one big happy family.”
    That comment made Moira really want to throw-up right then and there on the spot, but she knew she would have to learn to control her emotions. That is if she ever planned on getting out of there alive.
    When daddy Joe changed Abby’s diaper she turned her back to Moira. She probably was humiliated for being placed in such a compromising position. Moira looked on, not out of pity for her, but because she was trying to figure out what kind of man daddy Joe was, and what was his angle. Moira had to get into this man’s head if she was going to out think him at his own sick game. Moira knew in order for anything to work she would have to get to Abby, but she was already showing signs that her morale and hope had long been shattered. Her brown eyes were blank, dead and empty.  The expression she wore on her face, looked as if she had just about given up on freedom and any prospects of living a normal life again. Somehow Moira already knew that everything would depend on her.
    Daddy Joe was extraordinarily careful in his handling of Moira. He really thinks in his distorted mind that they were his little girls, she thought. Moira wanted so badly to kick and scratch his eyes out as he wiped between her legs, powdered her bottom and placed a fresh clean diaper on her. She cringed and her flesh crawled with each touch of his hands on her body, especially when he touched her private parts. This was twisted and sick on all sorts of levels. Moira did what she felt was her only way out. She played the part of baby girl when in his presence, but in her mind, she was always thinking, Game on, you twisted freak!
    She motioned towards Abby while daddy Joe was dressing her. She was trying to make grunting sounds to get his attention. Moira knew that she had to gain his trust in order for him to let his guard down, even for just a minute. Whenever daddy Joe entered the room, she turned the charm on. Moira deserved an academy award for her performance, as daddy’s little darling. Unfortunately daddy Joe was the only one that could tell her where she was, what had happened and why. Every day she motioned that she wanted to play with