Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.3
It's... been a while since my last entry... A couple of days, I think. But I'll try to start back at where I left off. That night I dreamt more about being human again. Back to my old self... I dreamt about Jessica, and spending time with her. We had...
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.2
My sense of time is still completely screwed up, and there are no windows or clocks, or anything else I could use to help gauge it. I think I slept for a while, off and on. The only person who came in to bother me was a man who left a pitcher of water...
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.1
This journal is just for me... I remember a class that said that writing things down helps you sort it out, to help organize everything in your head. I need that badly now. I need the help to figure out what's real and what's not. To keep track of who...
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.4
I think it's been three days since my last entry... I've started marking days every time I see Ivan and Stevo wearing different shirts. They've got homes to go back to, they've got lives outside of this place. Hell, Stevo has a wife and kid... I wonder...
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.10
April 1 Well, at least I know what day it is... Probably a good thing since I forgot how many days there are in may anyhow. I know today's the first, since Stevo came in a played a cruel joke on me. He told me that today was the day I was allowed to...
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.9
March 18 Master Chris had me brought to his office again today. Arms tied behind my back and leash hooked up to my collar, Ivan took me to see him and left me alone with him. I got on my knees and lowered my head, trying not to shake too bad from...
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.8
I've been a bad girl... But, they didn't punish be as bad as I thought they would. Sure, Stevo paddled my ass so bad I haven't been able to sit down since, but that's hardly worse than anything they've done to me previously. They hung me by my wrists...
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.7
I've been doing my best to try to clear my head lately... trying to convince myself that all this isn't my fault, but this body's fault. I mean, after all, none of these urges or control issues happened until after I was put in it. But even with that...
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.6
Almost another week gone by... I am now an obediant, timid little fuck slave. But, even that's not enough for them... I don't know what they want from me anymore. I don't have anything left for them to take. The night after my first torture session,...
Journal of a Changed Slave: Ch.5
It's been... about a week I think since I was able to write last. After I ran out of pages on my last journal, nobody was in any hurry to provide me with a new one. Today, though, they decided to not only give me a day to rest, but Ivan actually went...
Demon's Curse: The Spark
There, in the abyss, time was difficult to keep track of, and largely irrelevant. Connor had no idea how long she had been trapped in the second layer of hell, as day or night held no meaning, the need for sleep had been lost on her, and counting the...
Demon's Curse: The Fall
Within the ancient ruins of the temple, the sound of clacking armor and scraping boots was the only thing breaking the still silence that held those halls within its grip for so long. To Connor, it was such a familiar sensation, the sudden gust of...