1080 HD I’ve been keeping a slave in a plain, windowless, white cell. It has lost all sense of time, normalcy, and humanity. Good. I want for it to be just an object. My special object. My vessel. I keep the lights on all the time.

There is no day nor night. There is only Me.

The object has fallen resting on the floor again. It knows I do not like this. It is not to rest. Never to rest. I keep a belt on a hook on the wall. Entering the room, I beat it with the belt to wake it. My anger, a righteous enragement. I do not like when it rests. Rest is both escape and vestigial... Show more