Day 6
A change at breakfast today.
“Why don’t we talk?” Goddess Marquesa proposed as we sat down. “It might help distract you from trying not to look at my legs and breasts.”
“Why not let me move back to the other side of the table?” I asked. “Better yet, why not stop dressing so provocatively?” Her outfit was particularly seductive today- red shoes and skimpy red lingerie, complemented by sheer white stockings held in place by red lace garters. Read more…
Day 4
Another strange breakfast with my jailer. She made a new condition for my being rewarded today. When I tried to take my usual seat on the opposite side of the table from her she stopped me.
“Sit here,” she said, gesturing to the side of the table at an oblique angle to her.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because there will be another reward if you do,” she explained. Read more…
Day 2
The lights cut out on me suddenly as I was still writing my last entry. It was pitch black in the room, so I gave up writing and felt my way back into bed. She must have me on a sixteen hour “day” in here, though whether the period of lights-on, lights-out I experience correlates in any way to “daylight” in the outside world I couldn’t know.
Today was just as bizarre as yesterday. The lights coming back on in my cell woke me from strange dreams, in which I was being chased by a large golden bird over a barren landscape. I was disoriented for several minutes, and was about to begin pleading incoherently once more when the steel door opened and she entered, bringing me back into focus. Read more…
“Hello,” she answered. I recognized her voice immediately.
“Hi,” I replied scratchily, suppressing a nervous cough.
“This is the Goddess Marquesa,” she said, “to whom am I speaking?”
“My name is Ralph.”
“Well, Ralph,” she purred, “I don’t recognize your voice. Are you a first-time caller?”
“Yes.”
“You are a lucky boy, Ralph. Today is July 1st. Do you know what day that is?”
“No,” I answered.
“It is My birthday.” Read more…
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Day One
The woman holding me prisoner has commanded me to keep this journal. At first I refused on principle, but as there is little else to occupy me, and this record might prove useful to police and prosecutors when she is finally arrested and tried, I have decided to do so. I do not remember my name or how I came to be here. The mirror reveals me to be a man in his mid- to late-fifties, but my appearance provides few other clues to my identity. My only clothes are a hospital gown, though I do not think that I am in a hospital. Read more…
