Entry 2

Day 2

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I HATE HIM.

HE'S THE WORST.

Like he hasn't done enough to me already?! But he thinks he's my FUCKING savior. What choice do I even have?

Abel...

He took me to his home yesterday when I was naked and covered in completely helpless. I could feel his eyes leering at me the whole time, but I just had to put up with it because I needed his help... any help.

At least he didn't keep me naked. He gave me clothes last night. His clothes were so big on me but again... who was I to complain... at least it made sleeping with him a little less humiliating.

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Only one bed. So it was either that or sleep on the cold, hard, raggedy wooden floor of his cabin.

I regret choosing the bed.

His "kindness" soon came to an end. Abel told me today that he was a "beast keeper", and that he wanted to make a deal. I had no idea what that meant, but I could already tell it was going to be a terrible deal.

Terrible would be an understatement.

He said he wanted me, Ashley, to be his first beast. What does that mean, you may ask?

Well, after going out to town today – called Newtown? Neutron? Not important – he took me to some “guild” place. It felt straight out of a video game or something..

Anyway, he took me there and “registered” me.

Meaning he owns me now.

To celebrate the acquisition of his first slave beast, he took me shopping. He bought me a bunch of gear to make me a beast worth owning.

He got me some leather pads, a rapier, and a spell book on illusions.

None of which I know how to use…

Yeah…

Apparently, hell has magic. And he just expects me to learn it like it’s a normal everyday thing.

WELL, THERE ISN’T MAGIC WHERE I CAME FROM, FUCKFACE! I’M SORRY I’M BAD AT IT!

Oh, and it’s MY fault for picking the rapier?! It was one of the only weapons I could even lift!

YOU HAD A GOOD LOOK AT MY BODY! YOU CAN SEE I’M NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR A FUCKING GREATSWORD!

UGH. I HATE HIM!

I HATE THIS STUPID HOUSE!

I HATE WEARING THIS STUPID FUCKING COLLAR!

I’M NOT HIS FUCKING PET!

I’ll free myself …

Whatever it takes.