Her entry is full of scratches
All of that was real? And here I was, thinking that it was just a nasty dream. It would have been better that way.
I didn't see anyone I know, but I did meet this cute boy. I would like to see him again sometime. I wonder if he still has those lovely yellow eyes.
I can't believe I was a human, a pathetic, helpless whelp of a thing that existed to appease and entertain the needs of those other creatures.
I was weak. I was so weak. I couldn't do more than scream or cry or run while that thing had its way with me. I'm myself again, but I still feel so dirtied and ruined. I hate feeling like this! How dare he do that to me!
I am going to find him. And when I do, he and I will have a long talk about what happened between us. And I know he will be very very sorry for what he did.