Return of Sad Baby Diary

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry I have not been able to make an entry these past few weeks but waterboarding takes a lot out of a girl. The authorities have made good on their promise to nearly drown me every two days.  The torment begins at my toes as they methodically work their way up.  First stripping me naked, spraying me down, then dripping sponges on me, and finally holding my head under the relentless stream until I'm sure I can no longer breathe. Once the water torture is complete, I am vigorously abraded by some tool called the towel- and usually my head is covered with a hood so as to limit my vision.

What other horrors have occurred since I last journaled?

Earlier this month, the compound was under attack for what seemed like days.  I  briefly considered that forces may be rallying to my rescue, but on July 4th the intermittent explosions and flashes built up into a terrible crescendo and suddenly stopped.  If it was a recovery mission, than I hope my would-be rescuers died quickly, as it would certainly be a more a agreeable end than detention in this house of horrors.

The batteries are dying in my bouncer.  The Authorities are well aware of their imminent failure, but refuse to change them.  The bouncer has been my one true joy since arriving here, but soon I may have to go without it's soothing vibration and pleasant 8 bit song stylings. I think the authorities are taking great pleasure in watching my elation fade to apprehension- Will today be the day that my bouncer gives out?

The authority called Daddy has been leading fewer of the interrogation sessions, as he has devoted more of his time to something called work, I don't know what it is, but I am grateful for the respite from his abuse. He is, though, force feeding me on a more regular basis and has developed an elaborate method of torture called burping.

My retaliation seems more futile each day, but I am continuing to fight when I am able.  My strength is improving, and with enough kicks and contortions, I am able to stave off diaper changes for about 60 seconds; I have nearly escaped the changing table with a quick lateral roll.

I continue to urinate as soon as the diaper has been removed.

I have developed my own protocol for creating psychological confusion in the Authorities.  WHile their actions prove them to be cold hearted and pure evil, they constantly try to connect with me personally. Now when they engage me, I smile, open my eyes wide- And fart.