Everest's POV

I ran as fast as I could, trying to get away from the freaks. I just wanted my life back. I wanted to be able to do what I wanted but these bitches decided to kidnap me. I kept running farther and farther away until I was tackled to the ground. It was the same as the day they first kidnapped me, yesterday.

Royal cushioned the fall, luckily. It didn't help my bladder though and I leaked a little more. He stood up, with me in his arms, and walked back to the car. He bounced me all the way there and I was leaking even more. Finally, all the bouncing got too much and when we were feet away my bladder let go. I pissed all over myself and Royal. For some reason, I started to cry too.

I sobbed and wailed as Royal looked at me in disappointment. He tutted and continued to the car, heading for the very back. Seth already had everything set up, a bottle, pacifier, thick-ass diaper, and the fucking onesie. It was a cow-themed one, with black spots and a hood with horns. The binky went with it too. When Royal tried to set me down I began to kick and hit, even hitting him in the face. He grunted in surprise and dropped me.

Instead of running, my cries became louder and I barely took a breath in. Noah had started to cry too. Seth was frantically trying to calm him down while Royal dealt with me. Royal picked me up and laid me in the back, strapping me down. I tried to struggle but saw him grab a syringe. "Stop," he commanded. I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes still on the needle.

Royal put the needle back away, I guess it was just something to scare me. Royal took off my clothes and set to put me in a diaper. He lifted my legs and set me down on the soft item. He powdered me well and taped me up. Then, he left me lying there, practically naked, while he quickly changed into clean clothes. I was slipped into a stupid onesie that was soft. The onesie covered my feet and hands, probably to make sure I couldn't do anything stupid again.

Once I was changed Royal picked me up and laid me across his lap. "Let's see," Royal began. "10 hits for getting out of your crib, 10 hits for taking off your diaper, 10 hits for making a mess, 20 hits for all those naughty words you said, 15 for peeing on Papa, you did have the option of a diaper. So, 65 all together." I was mortified. 65 hits from his fucking hand. I wouldn't be able to sit for months.

The hits began, hard and fast. By the tenth one, I was already in tears, sobbing my heart out. I gripped onto Royal's pant leg and continued to cry as the 45th one landed. Finally, he stopped. I was only at 55 so I was a little confused. "These last ten are going to be with a paddle and you will count every single hit," he commands. He hits me everywhere and I have to count all of them.

When he finished, he lifted me and set me on his lap. I hissed at the pain but was silenced by Royal. I was hiccuping, trying my hardest to calm down. Royal rubbed my back and whispered things in my ear. When I was finally just a sniffling and hiccuping mess Royal brought me down so my head was resting in the crook of his elbow. He forced a bottle into my mouth and I drank it quickly.

In the process of trying to drink the bottle, it was taken away from me. I whimpered then blushed, surprised at how childlike I was acting. Royal chuckled, "Drink slower." He gives me back the bottle and I begin to drink it again. Yes, I was drinking it as fast as I could.

Royal took it away from me again. Instead of warning me not to drink too fast he holds me up to his shoulder and burps me. I let out a small burp and Royal rubs my back. He stands up from the back and closes the trunk. He brings me to the side of the car that has a stupid baby seat.

He sets me in it and quickly straps me in. Noah is already in his car seat, asleep. "No, get me out," I whine. Seth turns and smiles at me from the front seat. "Do you need a binky?" He asks. I stick my tongue out at him but regret it when Royal's hand meets my face. He put a binky in my mouth and warned me not to take it out. Then, we were off again.