Caretaker

Chapter Six: Knotting

She spends a little while in the dark the next time she wakes, looking around to study her new environment. She's swaddled in a soft cotton of some sort and is very warm. There's a toy over her head that makes little musical noises when Daddy turns it on. She doesn't remember the last time she wakes feeling sated and safe like this, with nothing waiting for her to do except coo and look pretty. She sucks the pacifier in her mouth lazily and lazes in bed all morning, turning a little when she feels restless. She's in a giant crib of some sort, the sides barred with wooden pillars to keep her from falling out of the bed.
It begins with a slight pinch in the pit of her stomach, and then a clench of muscles at her bum.
She knows it was going to happen sooner or later despite her liquid diet, but she still can't resist the urge to hold it in and make it go away.
"Daddy," she whimpers when the pain becomes too much for her to bear in silence. She's grown so used to Daddy coming in and making all the pains and worry go away that calling for him is an involuntary thing now.
When there's no sign of him coming to her, her eyes begin to burn with tears. She whimpers and curls up like a caterpillar in her swaddle, unable to curl her arms around her stomach the way she wants to because she's wrapped up too tightly.
"Daddy!" she cries loudly the same moment her body gives up trying to hold everything in and she's dirtying the diaper, warmth spreading between her legs and on her back.
She starts crying at how awful it feels, wet and sticky and dirty. She doesn't like it at all.
"Daddy," she whines, curling up and sniffing pathetically in her crib. "Daddy, daddy, daddy..."
"Oh no," Daddy hurries into the room. "What's wrong, baby?"
"Daddy," she cries, looking up beseechingly at him.
Even as he says it, she can see his nose scrunch up at the smell