Dear Diary,


Today I decided to give Lexie two wishes, and you wouldn't believe what she wished for.

She wished for Melissa to suffer for a week under her care.

Ain't that a bitch?

I asked Melissa how she felt about it. She said, “Nope. Nope.”

Which is expected.

Well, her second wish was to eat whatever she wanted for a whole month. My condition was that she had to behave well.

So I started by making Melissa's TV room play all of Lexie's shittiest days.

Yay! The torture had started.

It's much better when they don't hate me, but see me as the person who rids them of their pain, and see each other as enemies instead.

Now that makes me look at how the government works. It's a bit similar, don't you think?

This way, the experiment will go well. They will be loyal to me and will be totally mine.

But obviously, there's still a long way to go. Lexie might wake up one day and decide to behead me.

We don't want that, do we?

Well, unlike Lexie, who was taught to start a conversation with me whenever I was in the room, Melissa will be taught that she shouldn't speak until she's spoken to.

If she breaks that rule, it's punishment. Obviously, Lexie chooses it.

And well, Melissa has the same schedule as Lexie. The difference is that Lexie is the enforcer.

If Melissa makes even a little mistake, or if Lexie feels like beating her, she'll just do it.

But not to the point where she bleeds or breaks her bones, because then I'll have to play doctor and deal with a patient dying on me. Then I'd have to make the one who killed her eat her.

Like the guy in the basement. Melissa ate him without knowing. Haha.

I'm awesome, I know.

A great chef who can make human beef not taste like human.

Goodnight, Diary.