Just to make sure that no one suspects anything, Jess jumps a few more times. This movement, however, jostles her bladder. There’s a soft hiss as she floods her diaper with pee. She stops jumping and walks back to the woman.
“I peepee,” she says. The woman lifts the skirt of her dress.
“Hmm.” The woman squeezes Jess’s diaper. “Yes, you did, but you don’t need a change yet, honey.”
“Oh. Okay.” Jess turns around, about to make her escape now, only for the woman to stop her.
“Nope, you can’t dance. I was just about to get you, actually. It’s time for you to go home!” The woman picks Jess up. After saying their goodbyes, she and Jess leave the reception. When Jess is buckled into a carseat, she begins to squirm and fuss. She doesn’t like how much things are spiraling, and doesn’t want to be at a stranger’s house.
“Aw, you’re overtired, aren’t you?” the woman coos. She pops a pacifier into Jess’s mouth. “Have a binky, honey. You’ll be home soon.” Jess suckles on the pacifier instinctively.
They’ve been driving for about ten minutes when the woman pulls into the driveway of a mansion. Jess’s eyes boggle. She wouldn’t mind if she had Annabelle’s parents, if they were this rich. The woman unbuckles Jess and brings her up to the front door. She rings the bell. A young man, presumably Annabelle’s father, answers the door.
“Hi, I brought Annabelle back!” the woman says cheerfully. The man looks at Jess for a few moments, before replying…