He said "if you click the lock closed there's no going back. You will be our slave". I kneeled down, clicked the lock, and kissed his shoe.

I asked for some lighter fluid, took my clothes to the yard and set them on fire. I signed the back of the car title, gave them the keys.

It took us a few days to adjust. At first I was kept in a kennel cage. Although cute, I guess, it was going to be a lot of work & hassle.

It was decided that I should stay in the small bedroom. We moved everything out & Sir installed an eye-bolt in the floor.

The chain is 4 Ft. long. I sleep on a rubber mat with a pillow and blankets. I have a 5 gallon bucket to piss, shit, and vomit in.

I can't reach the door or light switch. Plywood over the window. There's nothing I can touch, no radio or tv, just me, bed & bucket.

There's a camping cot & pad kept in the opposite corner. It has 6 legs. I've been restrained to that for many hours. I've been fucked on it.

I've spent hundreds of hours here in the dark. They got me a phone to keep my mind occupied. They check it often. I asked for this account.

They allowed it. I don't know the password. They see & read everything I do. Some for fun, some to inspire.

Since I've been here I've done a lot of things I never thought I would do and they've went further than they've ever been.

I lose my mind, scarred myself, beat my head on the wall, smeared myself in cunt blood, threatened to kill them and myself.

They have me on meds to try to keep me leveled out, but there are still things that will trigger me. They don't trust me to be unsupervised.

I can't help some of the things I do or say. It just happens. I can't stop the demons or monsters or ghost. And I hate me everyday.

They've decided that I'm too disruptive, too challenging, too costly. Tonight will be my last night here.

The man from the other day is coming to get me tomorrow. Sir said I'll like it. There's a barn, dogs, room to play. It'll be good for me.

I don't know if I'm to be a slave in the house, a dog in a kennel or a cow in the barn. Maybe a yard ornament.

I don't even know his real name.

I've come to love my dark room and bucket. I don't know if I'm more angry or sad. I know I've cried. I know I'm crying.

Sir has made sure to be a pain in my ass tonight. Also other places.

I'm sorry Ma'am. I'm sorry Sir. I'm so fucking sorry for all the trouble I've. Thank you for all you've done for me.