Thirty? Don’t worry. I won’t keep you thirsty. This might also be the only wash you get for a long while, so take it in

The goal is to break you. To push you so far that you end up like this. Your eyes are empty. No hope. No desire. You know the only thing waiting for you is more pain, more suffering, with no end in sight

When you’re chained in the dark, you might think you’ve already endured everything I could possibly do to you. But trust me… I can always find a new way to push you further. A new way to deepen the weight of your suffering

“Te Huur” means “For Rent” in Dutch. You’ll be kept exactly where you are, locked in that restricted position, put on display like a warning. Every second measured by how much you can endure. And when I’m done, maybe one of my friends will take you off my hands for the weekend

Pathetic doesn’t even begin to describe you. You’re worthless, and no one cares how you feel or what you’re going through. You assume your pain is meant to please me. Honestly, it doesn’t. But kept that thinking if it give you some type of hope on that cold hard floor

Take one last look at the bar that will be placed beneath your feet, adding just more pain to your position as you remain fixed in place. After that, we’ll put the hood on you. It makes you lose all sense of time. Your mind drifts into the void while your body stays in pain

The sign says “DIRTY PIG” which is what you are. You know you’ll be left here the entire night, unable to see or hear. You won’t know how long it’s been or how much time remains. We’ll watch you, left here as an object. Suffer in silence, only hands and toes curl from the pain

I like comparing the photos from the day you first arrived to the ones I take now. The change is not just the shaved hair, stripped eyebrows or the bruises. It’s your eyes. In the beginning, they still resisted, still questioned. Now they always look startled, haunted and hollow

Now your eyes never rest. Every second, they look startled, fragile, empty, knowing your world could shift without warning. Your entire existence relied completely on me. That’s when I know I’ve broken you from the inside

I believe in slave should be in pain 24/7. Even when I put you away, there is no real rest for you. Forced into a small space with your body twisted. Arms and legs folded in, muscles cramping through the night. I told you I’ll make every second of your existence miserable for you

Sometimes I am amazed by how much human body can truly take. I look at you hanging from the beam all night, with your wrists taking your whole body weight. How you manage to survive is always intriguing to me, it’s like an experiment. I just keep adding till you break one day

I hate it when slave ask a question or speak at all. I see it as disobedience. I don’t care any dumb thought comes from your brain. If it’s not I enjoy the beautiful sound of wailing, crying, squealing and occasionally begging. Trust me, I would find a way to shut you up forever

On the day I took you in, after burned all your clothes, wallet, ID and anything that once belonged to you. I told you to get in front of the camera and took these photos. I know these would be the last photos that you still look like a human, and your true life begins from here

It’s a fun little game for me to show you these old photos now that you are starving, shivering, in pain of course, when you physically reached your limit, to remind you of your past, to break you mentally, knowing there is no going back. It’s your choice, isn’t it?

Sometimes it is even hard for me to believe how you manage to service. Neck collar attached to ankle cuffs. Arms lifted and chained high behind your back. Left bent like this for more than 22 hours while I visit a friend. No food, no water, hooded and gagged

Slave ownership is easy, I never buy any fancy tools, just use what I can find at the farm, chains, locks mostly. I feed it whatever is left after we eat, no leftovers then it stays hungry. If I get bored of it, I just left it in the underground cell, it knows not to make a sound

I believe in extreme torture. Once the body suffers past a point, the subconscious survival instinct begins to take over. When every day you are fighting just to stay alive, there’s no room left for conscious thought. Look at the eyes. They’re no different from a frightened hog’s

These photos were taken on different days in different locations. To most slaves, this would already seem unbearable. But to you, this is just simplely how we put you away for the night. Night is never easy for you, if anything, it’s more painful. Stay well slave, good night

Let’s talk about change. At first, standing on your tiptoes with your arms raised for hours broke you. Now you hang from a beam, suspended by nothing but your wrists until morning. You barely make a sound anymore, almost like you expected this all along. Change is a funny thing

It’s easy to say “left hanging by your wrist.” But the reality is your dick is trapped in metal cage, bands strapped tightly around, turning it purple. Needles pierced deep in your balls. Nipples suctioned to the extreme. Dildo deep in your ass. Wait, did I forget anything?