Late Night Study Session Gone Wrong

I was studying late one night when my caregiver arrived unexpectedly. I'd been feeling lonely all week, and the sudden shift to little mode felt like a balm to my soul's ache. We barely exchanged words as she took control, stripping me of my clothes until I stood naked before her. She placed me in a high chair, buckled in tightly, and began reading law books aloud while feeding me baby food with a spoon. The physical discipline was harsh but oddly comforting, each tap on my bare bottom for not paying attention made the late-night quiet seem more bearable. By morning, I felt strangely renewed, yet the loneliness lingered beneath the surface.