( Random scraps of parchement stuffed into her satchel until she stuffs them in her journal )
Madeline has my book, I will have her keep it, maybe to keep it away from him. He, he sent me to the metal smith and had my collar removed and replaced with a collar of a den slave. One thing I never wanted to be again was a paga slave. Billboard, sure.. paga whore.. no. Perhaps I will beg for freedom. Mallick.. he came to me and said it would be different. Then Zeb over stepped the line. Maybe it was to force Mallick's hand, maybe it was his greediness.. who knows. Has not changed a fucking thing. I went to the den last night like always.. and was ignored... like always. I used to care.. now I am just a shell. Im so disenchanted by the whole idea that things could of been different. IM a puppet.. hollow and dangling from the strings that control me.. or in this case.. the strings that leave me to hang in a limbo I can not understand. The Scribe will be furious I think, God in heaven knows I am.
Madeline has my book, I will have her keep it, maybe to keep it away from him. He, he sent me to the metal smith and had my collar removed and replaced with a collar of a den slave. One thing I never wanted to be again was a paga slave. Billboard, sure.. paga whore.. no. Perhaps I will beg for freedom. Mallick.. he came to me and said it would be different. Then Zeb over stepped the line. Maybe it was to force Mallick's hand, maybe it was his greediness.. who knows. Has not changed a fucking thing. I went to the den last night like always.. and was ignored... like always. I used to care.. now I am just a shell. Im so disenchanted by the whole idea that things could of been different. IM a puppet.. hollow and dangling from the strings that control me.. or in this case.. the strings that leave me to hang in a limbo I can not understand. The Scribe will be furious I think, God in heaven knows I am.
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