Despite her body screaming for action, Alexandra remained stationary, her heart seemingly struggling to escape her chest as much as she wished to break out of the box. She tried to listen for sound coming from outside, but couldn't filter out the sounds of her own heavy breathing.
Nervous that the noise might be loud enough for whomever else was in the room to hear, Alexandra did the only thing she could think of to quiet the distressed child she felt like. Choosing to stick her thumb in her mouth was both desperate and completely degrading, but apparently effective. As she switched from gasping breaths to a rhythmic sucking pattern, the noise in the box vanished.
Finally able to hear muffled sounds through the walls of her cardboard cell, Alexandra listened as whoever was out there seemed to be moving supplies around. It was impossible to guess when this task would be done, but while the person seemed to be in no particular rush Alexandra wasn't sure how much longer she could keep herself in place.
While the thumb sucking was effective in making her continued distress silent, it didn't do much to actually reduce it. Tears and snot streamed down her face while her whole body was shaking just shy of disturbing the contents of the box.
After what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes, whatever was placed on top of the box was lifted off. As a tiny sliver of light once again seeped into the box, she felt her heart slow ever so slightly before her stomach sank. Were they about to open the box making all this torture she had put herself through pointless?
Instead it sounded like they slid whatever they had picked up onto a shelf, then walked out of the room. Alexandra was only able to hold herself back for a few seconds after hearing the sound of the door swinging shut before pushing open the lid and climbing out.
With her legs still shaking, she looked around much more uncertainly than before. While she'd obviously been taking whatever this was seriously before, the absurdity of it had dulled some of the alarm. Now she looked over to a mirror and saw herself with a tear and snot stained face still sucking her thumb and felt small and helpless.
She didn't have any idea how this happened and she's hiding from someone who probably doesn't even have anything to do with it. How was she even supposed to figure this out? She hadn't even managed to get a full outfit yet.
She looked down at the training pants and was briefly confused realizing the pattern on them seemed different then before. It took her a few moments to realize that was because the shapes on the crotch had vanished which meant that...ew! She had wet herself! Not only was she in training pants she had used them!
Alexandra suddenly felt queezy and a renewed need to cry or scream or...or something! Overtaken by instict she...