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Wolf woke up shuddering from the cold and with a terrible headache. Her eyes squinted open, and she found her vision blurry. Something was slowly moving in circles above her head, but she couldn't make out what it was. She closed her eyes again, wishing that the world would stop spinning.
Where was she, anyway?
The last thing she remembered was Emilia taking her and her friends after Margot revealed her betrayal. She remembered being thrown into the room where Rupert was held captive. She remembered waiting in the darkness, hoping that Kipo and everyone else was safe. She remembered the door opening, and two people entering. A woman with blue fur and a pearl necklace wrapped around her neck. A man with only one ear and a pink sweather hanging over his shoulders.
And then her world went black.
Wolf's chin was wet with saliva. The sensation was gross and she found herself unable to close her mouth all the way to stop more saliva from leaking. Something was in her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. Wolf went to wipe it away with her hand, but soon realized that both her arms were tied down with chains. Her legs were in a similar condition, spread wide open.
Wolf groaned, squirming to get out of the chains that held her down. The sound of crinkling made her stop. Was she lying on bubble wrap?
She squirmed again, listening for the sound. It appeared to come from her crotch. She forced her eyes open, looking down only to have them turn into the size of saucers.
She was wearing a diaper. An actual diaper.
The rest of her clothes were nowhere to be seen, which explained why she was so cold. What she didn't have an explanation for, was why she was wearing a diaper.
Wolf found her head the only thing left that she was able to move, and she took the chance to turn it from side to side, trying to figure out where she was. She was surrounded by wooden bars from every direction except for above. The room was too dark to be able to make out much of the room she was in, but she figured that she was lying in a crib.
Wolf had more questions than answers, and she desperately wanted to get out of the chains and find her friends. Who had taken her? Where were Benson and Dave? Had they gotten taken too? She was so confused.
She didn't have to stay confused for long, as the door into the room opened with a loud creak and footsteps neared the crib. The light on the ceiling was turned on and Wolf closed her eyes for a few seconds before she dared to open them again. When she got used to the light, she found herself staring into the magenta eyes of her former adoptive parents. Charles and Vanessa.
They were looking down at her with large grins on their faces. As soon as the shock wore off, Wolf screamed through the gag in her mouth, squirming as hard as she could to get out of her restraints. The wolves gave each other a look before Vanessa bent down to unlock the chains.
As soon as Wolf felt herself getting released, she sat up in the crib and attemped to flee. Unfortunately, Vanessa was prepared, and managed to pick the child up. Wolf screamed louder and kicked her legs against the woman's thighs. Charles held onto Wolf's wrists in case she tried to start hitting them as well.
"What a fussy little girl!" Vanessa commented with a smirk.
Charles grinned from ear to ear, watching her struggling against him and his wife.
"I bet that tummy wants some food. You've been asleep for hours!" Charles said, making the way out of the room, that Wolf realized was a nursery.
Charles' hold on Wolf never faltered, and she was unable to get out of Vanessa's strong arms.
She'd been caught.