Journal Entry
December 30, 2014
It has been a hard few weeks. I can’t see my family I’m held as their humble servant. I’m still their money train so until I quit producing they won’t allow me to leave. I cry and whimper so much I want to escape, maybe with dinner tonight I can conjurer up something to help.
Tonight’s dinner consisted of breaded tenderloin and a baked potatoes. I been losing weight, I can’t eat with the plastic utensils they provide me. At this moment I stood my ground if you want me to eat, I need proper fork and I need something to cut this with. They must have been preoccupied because I got a real fork and a steak knife. I thought to myself at last maybe I can get free. I sat and ate feeling accomplished, and planning my departure. I can’t help but to feel tonight is the night. After I ate and performed their meagerly tasks they have me do, I put my plan into action.
I sneak up behind one of the captors and apply the knife they left me to their neck. I apply pressure leaving serrate marks, demanding they let me go. He rises with me, knife still firmly in place. At a flash of second he slams me against the door frame. The force is so strong it dislodges the knife from my hand and falls several feet away. I am hopelessly lost.
Next thing I feel is sharp pain in my gut, and fall to floor. I awaken on a cold steel table, the lights are bright I feel this immense heat near my feet. I see through blurring vision one of the captors coming toward me with a glowing object. I hear them whisper in my ear, you will never be free you are ours. Your body and soul belongs to us, this is just a reminder that you are just merely property. My skin starts to burn. The pain is intense, with that I become incoherent of my surroundings and drift off.
I awaken some time later, to smell of burnt flesh. Its smells raw and scorched. I try to roll but can’t the pain is too intense. I look down to see I’ve been branded with the word lackey. How can this be? The last thing I remember was lying on a cold steel table. I gasp they branded me my memory came flooding back. They have no intention of ever letting me go. The knife was my last attempt I am theirs forever. 
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