I hid the tweezers. Nobody knows. Except Ricky of course. He is here today. I still haven't been bad so he plays with my hair. I like it.
I sneezed. Ricky didn't like that. I have been bad. He doesn't have his knife today so he got the tweezers. I feel pain in my arm like normal when I'm bad.
"I'm sorry, I still love you ,but you can't be bad." He tells me. I wince in pain. Oh, I see the beautiful red that comes when he hurts me.
