Then, Nicky opened the other folder, "My Baby's Videos." When the folder opened, there was only one video file inside.
With a mix of curiosity and discomfort, he moved the cursor over the file and clicked it.
His laptop screen turned black for a moment, then a line of text appeared against a dark background:
"The Daily Life of My Little Baby, Diana."
Before he could process what was happening, the video began to play.
The screen showed a pastel-colored room decorated with baby themed items. There were dolls, toys scattered on the floor, and most strikingly, an oversized crib big enough to fit an adult.
Lying on that crib was Diana, on her side. She was dressed in baby clothes, complete with a thick diaper and a pacifier in her mouth.
But what was even more shocking, her hands and feet were shackled to the sides of the crib, as if locked in place to prevent her from escaping.
Nicky felt his chest tighten. "This is insane."
Suddenly, a soft female voice could be heard from behind the camera.
"Honey, wake up... it's morning. My baby has to wake up now."
The voice was gentle and affectionate, just like a mother waking her baby in the morning.
The camera then moved, showing a pair of female hands gently shaking Diana's body. The hands were smooth, pale, and slightly plump, contrasting with Diana's thinner, weaker frame.
Slowly, Diana opened her eyes.
What shocked Nicky even more was that she smiled faintly, like a spoiled baby being woken by her mother. But something in her eyes looked off, a blank stare that hinted at surrender.
Diana seemed to be forcing herself to act sweet for the camera, but her eyes told another story.
"Look, my baby is awake now... such a sweet child." The woman's voice spoke again, still tender, but to Nicky, it felt suffocating.
The woman's face never appeared in the video, the camera only showed her from the neck down, as if her identity was deliberately hidden.
She unlocked Diana's restraints in order to remove her clothes. But Diana remained silent, not resisting at all, her face showed nothing but submission. Still, even if she had wanted to fight, it would have been useless. Her legs were still chained, making escape impossible.
The woman then carefully undressed Diana piece by piece. She removed the visibly soaked diaper, indicating Diana had wet herself.
"Aww... did my baby pee again? Poor thing."
Without hesitation, the woman lifted Diana from the crib and carried her in her arms, just like a mother holding her little baby.
Diana didn't resist.
Her face still wore a smile, but gradually, Nicky could see her eyes start to well up with tears.
The camera kept recording as they moved into another room.
The second scene showed Diana in a large bathroom, her body submerged in a bathtub. She was completely naked. She lay motionless, her body thinner than before, her arms resting helplessly at her sides. The mysterious woman supported her back with one hand, as if bathing an infant who couldn't sit up on her own.
Warm water filled the tub, soaking Diana's skin as the woman gently scooped water and poured it over her head and body. She occasionally rubbed Diana's arms and shoulders with soap, moving with careful tenderness, just like a mother caring for her baby.
Despite all this, Diana's expression remained calm, she even smiled slightly at times, as if enjoying the treatment. But upon closer look, something was wrong. Her eyes looked vacant, her lips smiled faintly, but the corners of her eyes were wet, not from the bathwater, but from silent tears. It wasn't a smile of joy, but one of forced submission. No matter how gentle the woman was, Diana was still an adult woman trapped in the role of a baby she never asked to play.
The mysterious woman didn't notice, or perhaps chose to ignore, Diana's discomfort. She continued bathing her with genuine affection, as if truly believing Diana was her little baby who needed care. But inside, Diana was drowning in a sense of despair.
The third scene showed Diana lying again on the same oversized crib. This time, the woman was sprinkling baby powder on her body, starting from her neck, then chest, then belly. Her movements were soft and gentle, just like a mother pampering her child.
Once the powder was evenly spread, the woman grabbed a new diaper from beside the crib and unfolded it skillfully. Slowly, she lifted Diana's hips and slid the diaper under her. Diana didn't say a word, she simply let the woman diaper her without resistance.
From the start of the video, the woman's face was never shown, only her gentle voice could be heard, speaking in a doting tone, just like a mother talking to her baby.
The next scene showed Diana sitting in an oversized baby chair. It looked like a baby feeding chair but enlarged to fit Diana's adult body. She wore a loose pastel colored t-shirt and a cute bib around her neck. In front of her was a small tray attached to the chair, holding a bowl of yellowish baby porridge and a small pink spoon.
The woman stirred the porridge with the spoon, then scooped some, blew on it, and brought it toward Diana's mouth.
"Come on, honey. Open wide... aaaah~" the woman's soft voice said in the video.
Diana slowly opened her mouth, accepting the spoonful without resistance. She chewed it calmly, then swallowed. The woman scooped another spoonful and fed her again, as if this was a normal daily routine.
On the surface, Diana looked like she was enjoying the treatment, she even smiled faintly from time to time. But if you looked deeper, her eyes were empty, devoid of emotion. As if she were simply performing a role that had been forced upon her, with no other choice but to obey.
The final scene showed Diana lying limply on the chest of the mysterious woman, while the woman's face remained deliberately hidden from the camera angle. Her breathing was slow, her body felt light as if all the strength within her had been drained. Her mind was blank, no longer any desire to resist or question what had happened. There was only a strange sense of calm enveloping her in the woman's embrace.
The woman, whose face was never shown on camera, wore only a thin white bra, slightly damp with sweat. Her soft hands gently stroked Diana's hair with loving care, like a mother lulling her baby to sleep. Her expression appeared serene, as though she was savoring this moment with a joy that words couldn't describe.
Slowly, Diana lifted her head and looked into the woman's eyes with a blank yet submissive gaze. She no longer knew who she was. She didn't care. All she felt was the warmth she had never experienced in her life.
Without hesitation, the woman pulled out one of her breasts from behind the white bra. Her nipple was erect, and a moment later, she gently squeezed it with her slender fingers. A drop of white milk dripped out, falling onto her skin and slowly trailing down her stomach.
Diana stared at the milk drop with a glimmer in her eyes. Something about it captivated her, like a hungry baby unaware of how much they crave their mother's milk. The woman saw the expression on Diana's face and smiled again.
"Are you hungry, honey?" she whispered softly.
Diana didn't answer. But she stuck out her tongue and licked the white liquid running down the woman's skin. Something that should have made no sense, yet felt oddly natural.
Seeing Diana's response, the woman squeezed her breast again. This time, the milk flowed more abundantly, dripping directly onto Diana's lips. The girl parted her lips slightly, letting the liquid in, and swallowed it slowly.
"Good girl..." the woman's voice grew even softer, even more soothing.
She pulled Diana's body closer, pressing the girl's head against her huge breast with loving movements. Diana didn't resist. Her body followed the pull without a trace of defiance. Her breathing grew faster, and without thinking, she opened her mouth wider and drew the woman's nipple into her mouth.
She began to suck gently. Once, then twice. Then deeper, more hungrily. Each gulp spread warmth through her entire body. It tasted so good, so comforting, that she forgot she wasn't really a baby.
The woman moaned softly, caressing Diana's head tenderly. Her other hand stroked Diana's back, making sure the girl's body remained tightly held in her arms.
Diana continued to suck eagerly, letting herself sink into a peace she had never known before. As if she no longer cared about the outside world. There was no past, no future. Only her, the woman, and the warm embrace that had now become her entire world.
After nearly twenty minutes, the video finally ended, and the screen displayed a final line that made Nicky's chest tighten even more,
"This is my baby, Diana... whom I will love forever."
Nicky froze. His hands trembled, his breathing grew shallow. His face turned pale, and his heart pounded louder and faster.
"Oh God..." he whispered. "What really happened to Diana...?"
The laptop screen turned black, leaving only the reflection of Nicky's pale face staring back at him. His heart still pounded. His hand, still on the touchpad, shook as though his body couldn't accept what he had just seen.
He swallowed hard. His throat felt dry.
Nicky took a deep breath, then quickly shut the laptop as if trying to escape from reality. But the thoughts and images from the video continued to spin in his mind. The image of his wife, Diana, in that state, helpless, treated in such an unnatural way, made his chest tighten. He didn't know whether to feel angry, afraid, or sad. What he knew for sure was that his heart felt torn apart.
Without thinking further, he grabbed his phone and quickly searched for Mr. Bryan, Diana's father, in his contacts.
The call was instantly connected. The voice of the middle-aged man came through from the other end.
"Hello, Nicky? What's going on this late at night?"
Nicky's voice was rushed, his breath still unsteady.
"Sir... I... I just found something. It's about Diana. Please, you have to see this right now. I'm coming to your house," Nicky said quickly and firmly.
Mr. Bryan was silent for a moment, perhaps sensing the panic in his son-in-law's voice.
"What happened to Diana, Nick?"
"I'll explain later. It's important. I'm on my way now."
After ending the call, Nicky stood up. He hurriedly stuffed the laptop into his bag, grabbed the small flash drive still lying on the table, and shoved it into his jacket pocket. His steps were swift, as if he was carrying a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any moment.
He didn't wait any longer. With a head full of questions and a heart in turmoil, he left his house that night, heading toward his in laws' home.