The day I lost my freedom

Depression

I woke up. I felt terrible. Not physically but mentally. At least the shiver was gone but nothing else has changed. What was the point of continuing life like this after I lost everything I had achieved in my life? Everything was thwarted now. It took me so many years to build a career as an artist. If I would know I was doing it just to lose it again and freedom with it... No one cares what will happen to me now. I'm dead to everybody. I'm no one now. Literally. I'm just a thing to own. A toy.

I heard him walking around me but I didn't care.

"Keira..."

I felt him stroke my shoulder. I ignored it. He sighed.

"I'm sorry."

After a moment he left.

He returned a few hours later and brought food. He placed it beside me.

"Eat Keira... Don't make it even worse for yourself."

He left me there alone. I didn't understand why he didn't rape me yet. I was not even trying to defend myself anymore.

He did not return until the evening. Or I thought it was evening judging by the fact that he always comes in the morning, then it would match evening.

"Why didn't you eat?" he asked worriedly.

I honestly didn't understand why he was acting like that. He made it clear to me that I was just a slave to him.

"I'm not hungry," I replied uninterested.

He left.

Owner's notes. Day 3

- it's worse than I thought. She refuses to eat because of depression. She does not respond to me, including touches. I could literally do anything to her and she wouldn't care but of course I am not going to take an advantage of this. I need to get her up. I got some ideas how to do it. Tomorrow I will decide which one is best.