I feel it’s been weeks since they locked me on this darkish, filthy, hot, damp cell. I wasted tune of time because I didn’t even know if it used to be day or night.
I’m right here bare and chained up the total time, they normally have not let lunge of me as soon as; I’m in a position to’t switch, I be pleased cramps and anxiety at some level of my physique, and I’m in a position to only squirm to preserve far flung from worse sores and cramps. I’ve gotten outdated to urinating and shitting correct by turning on my aspect.
Most keen one guard enters the cell, and it’s miles typically the identical. I glimpse and admire his deep, stable affirm. But when he opens the door, I never know what he’ll conclude.
The sole component I’m in a position to predict is his greeting: “Hi slut bitch, your Proprietor has arrived!”
Usually he whips and spanks me, laughing and playing my struggling. Usually carelessly, with out patience, he removes my feces and washes me utilizing buckets of soiled, frosty water. Usually he urinates on my head and back. Various times he throws outdated bread and greens within sight of my mouth for me to eat. I eat and drink the entirety I’m in a position to, whether water or urine.
Usually he kneels within the back of my back spits on the club before shoving it not easy and deep into my ass.
I make not know his name, I make not think he is aware of mine, but I gain he loves me.
