I think I'll send him a letter, I've heard nothing from him for over a week. I'm going to be in trouble for stalling if he doesn’t get his act together. This should piss him off and get his prick hard ( Read more... )

We arrived early and prepared a place for the master. I was expecting master’s patron so I arranged an extra seat. Oh why am I wasting time on this trivial shit? Journal you don’t care a bit about all that. It was my birthday. And what a present I got. Sammy…He, he’s a Carthian he was dead all this time and I never knew it. It’s a bit of a ( Read more... )

Fuck him...smug little bastard ( Read more... )

My master gave her a cruel death. Reid might have succeded if not for her and he ordered her to the Lance. I won't lie about that. I felt it, felt masters true fear. I've never felt him afraid like that before in my life ( Read more... )

I wrote this up for Ben, Villain reads Eva's mind alot. Anyhow I liked what came of it so here goes. Remeber keep what you know OOC, ooc...not that it isn't common knowledge that The prince boinks Eva ( Read more... )

Journal my neck is a bit tender today. And every time I think about it I get excited. Journal I haven’t felt like this in a long time. No one has wanted me with that intensity for so long I forgot what it felt like. And it is wonderful. Let me tell you what happened tonight. I’m sleepy, its dawn now, but I must write ( Read more... )

Naughty thoughts and naughty deeds ( Read more... )

I remeber before. When I was assigned. He fretted until I came home and as soon as I was delivered to him I sat at his feet and he pet my hair and told me what a dear I was to have endured the fangs of, Oh Journal you'll laugh at me I cannot even remeber that Daeva's name. I haven't seen Master Lucien since I've come home. I miss him terribly ( Read more... )

Journal, I am a tragic figure from a penny dreadful. I lust after a dead man. Well he's not quite dead and I don't know why I felt the need to put it so crudely. Perhaps I'm getting a grotesque sense of humor in my old age. I know how I'm supposed to act. Slightly cynical detached as if its all some sort of game. And long ago that was so very ( Read more... )

In the manor Eva wakes up. She has been sleeping for three days and the events of the gather in Indianapolis seem all too recent. She finds a box of pins and pierces her flesh in little twists every movement is torture for her and she cries, not from the pain but from her guilt ( Read more... )