Dear Kristof

Week 1:Anonymous

Dear Krsitof,
  I know that you will never receive this note. That's okay by me. I wanted to write to you anyway because the world is changing. I have seen the monsters you always warned me of. The demons. They are here holding me hostage. And I think they want to keep me here with them. I am scared but I shall not run. I will be strong for you and for myself. It will all be for us. We will make it through this. You will come soon to rescue me. Please, stay strong, don't run from the lines of battle, stay brave for your men and I, and fight well. If you must flee you can flee to our old estate. There I can eventually meet you again. Make me proud, my love. I hear about your accomplishments on the t.v all the time. You're a hero, Krisy. Fight for me until you or I can find a way to get me out of here. I will being seeing you soon.
                            Yours Truly,
                    Anonymous    

Dear Krisy,  
   You're doing amazing! The war is going great! Well, as great as it can be given that it is a war. Your accomplishments have made me hopeful. I shall be home soon with any kind of luck. And I know you will be coming soon. It may be a stupid move on my part but I will fight against my captors until you do. I promise to remain strong. See, the demons are also very strong. But I am too. Fore that is why you fell in love with me, is it not? My captors have read my last note to you. They laughed at me. Probably because they think I am stupid thinking of escape with you. They also laughed at some of my weird punctuation. But they don't realize that I speak like that. I refuse to say even one measly word to them.  As punishment they wont feed me. That is fine and well. Let them starve me. I am strong. I will survive, for you, my love.
                       Yours Only,
                   Anonymous    

To my love, 
   Those bastards touched me today. They had the audacity to touch me in my most sensitive areas. I fought back. I shouted and cussed, screamed bloody murder and screamed for you. One man was even unlucky enough to get too close to me and kicked him where the sun does not shine. The fool who captured me in the first place slapped me. My cheek still stings from the leather on his hands. I did not cry, however. I shed not a single tear. It hurt like the devil. The leather of his gloves has left a red hand print. I know because they gave me a mirror. My hair is tangled but it still retains its curl. My eyes have lost some of their sparkle but they show me a woman. A young woman with a string will to live, and to be reunited with her loved one. I will stay strong for you. No matter how long it takes. You're leading our troops to victory. Hopefully the war will end soon.
                            Signed,
                         Anonymous
  
Dear Kris,
       I was touched yet again today. I feel so violated. I can still feel his hands all over my body. I don't know the man who is touching me. Every time he comes it is very dark and to make it worse he covers my eyes. Today he also brought a gag so that I couldn't scream. He continued to touch my body until I was so exhausted from crying that I fell asleep. I dreamt of you. Your dark hair and dark eyes, your olive tone skin. You were smiling at me and holding my hand like you used to do. You said, "I don't know how a piece of shit like me got an angel like you to love me." I remember when you said that to me when we were younger. I always laugh when I think of that night. We were so happy, so young. But those times have come to an end, my dear. It has been a full 3 months since we have been separated. Only recently did they give me the paper and pen I am using to write to you. You must come soon, I shall try to remain strong but it is very hard. Come soon and lead our troops to victory. And take me back into your loving arms.
                        Your lover,
                         Anonymous

Dear Kristof,
  I have heard of your latest victory. I'm proud of you, my love. Keep fighting for me . You can't give up. The man who keeps touching me did not come today. I hope he stays away. I have to keep you in mind. Your gentle caress, your warm and caring eyes, your pure heart. All of that is you. I love you with all my heart. You're a thief, you know? No matter how corny it is you have stolen my heart and my thoughts. Every waking moment my mind is plagued by you. And every dream I have is of you.   Promising to save me. Promising to love me. And kissing me. I miss your sweet kisses. Your lips were soft on mine. And you were always slow and gentle. Exactly how I wanted, never once did you touch me in a way that made me feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry each letter to you must be signed anonymous. They do not yet know my name. The demons. They make me feel sad, angry, violated and most of all they make me hurt. They beat me everyday. But that is ok. They could beat me to death and I would not regret a thing. I love you.
                         Goodnight,
                        Anonymous

Dear Krisy,
   I watched you get shot on the tv today. The demons laughed and cheered. I screamed at them. If you're wondering, yes, I was punished. But so be it! I could get hit all day long as long as their stupid cheers were silenced. I overheard them talking today. They plan to put me in a maid's outfit and making me do their bidding. I also heard them talking about the man who touched me. Apparently, his name is Kyran. I hate him with every fiber of my being. I hate what he has done to me. But what I heard them talking about is that you killed him. My love, you have somewhat freed me without knowing it! You're amazing. I shall keep fighting to come home to you. I promise. I shall see you soon, Krisy.
              With the love of many,
                           Anonymous 

Dear Kris,
It has been 3 months and one week since we have been together last. Your hair has grown longer, you have become much more than and you have suffered a bullet wound. Yet you still keep fighting. I love you, please, don't stop fighting. I can tell this war will be hard and long. I have not a lot of time to write. I have been turned into the demon's maid. The dress is too short and too low cut in the chest. The demons also make me wear very high, high heels. Instead of a head band they make me wear my hair in a braid. They also make me wear a choker. But I got to keep the dream catcher earrings you gave me. The outfit is fine, honestly. I'm going to stay faithful. I hear them. They are coming. I must go. I love you, my dear. Stay strong.
                        Anonymous