Dear Diary,


When morning comes, I must shower, clean myself properly, dress up, and do my makeup for that bastard.

I hate having to dress up and look good for that bastard more than death, but I don't have a choice.

As soon as he catches me faking it when he checks on me, I get punished. The last punishment he gave me was hitting my thighs with a weapon a hundred times while I said sorry to him.

I don't even feel many emotions anymore.

On the contrary, if the bastard likes how I behave and how I'm dressed, he gives me food or necessities as a reward.

This is why I have to wake up early, get dressed, put on my mask smile, and prepare for the conversations I'll have with him throughout the day.

Once the meal is over, I must serve him in different ways. Read books, play games with him, follow every order, even when he tells me to eat from the floor because I didn't laugh at his joke.

I must play along and act according to what he likes.

That's right. It's all an act to some extent, I think.

Once dinner and my tasks for the day are over, it's free time.

It's only free time in words, because I still have to practice how to behave and read more books that will teach me how to serve him.

Lastly, I must shout out the new pledge as his property.

“1. I will pledge to be loyal to my Master and absolutely submit to his commands.

2. I will put Master's happiness first and not my own.

3. I will work hard to always behave accordingly.”

When I finish this and come to my senses, it feels like this fucked-up reality is swallowing me.

I hate doing this, but I have no other choice but to do what he wants.

My body is too weak to endure his punishments, and only his rewards can help me endure this lifestyle.

I hate it.