4bidden Social

DATE: Week 6. Tuesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

So maybe I should have let Derek fuck me a lot sooner then I did because wow I have all of the power. He has let me out of the bedrooms which means I have been able to fully explore the house. Still not allowed off of the house property but really his house is sitting on the edge of the lake. It's great! I almost feel like I'm no longer a slave. The first time in 38 days. Ya, that's right. I'm still counting.

I'm pretty sure I'm making Derek sweat a little because week 2 of the three weeks that we have to decide what to do is coming up on Friday. I still don't know what I'm going to choose. I mean I know what it means to him but it is also my life as well. I'm only seventeen. Isn't it a little early to decide soul mate stuff?



Here have a gif of me sitting in the sun for the first time in weeks.

DATE: Week 5. Sunday. Morning.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

OK, since Derek refuses to even acknowledge that I'm alive or answers my damn questions I'm going to ask everyone else.

Can a human be a Mate to a were? I mean they can't right? Right? It isn't possible. I'm not a were. It just isn't possible right?

But all the damn research that I've done says I am. There is this mark on my hand that looks like it is burnt onto my skin but it doesn't hurt. Anything that I can find that comes close to it calls it a mating mark. Which just isn't possible.

I can't be mated to that asshole. Please tell me it isn't possible.

DATE: Week 4. Saturday. Very late evening.
TYPE: Text to Misha.

> Don't ask how I got your number.
> Or why I'm texting you when I shouldn't.
> You need to stay far away from me, Mr. Meru.
> Meru has threatened to sell me far from here.

DATE: Week 4. Wednesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day twenty five of Hell. ...things are becoming better? Or maybe I'm losing my mind. I think I'm losing my mind.

He Who Must Not Be Named In Public took away my laptop earlier this week because I was apparently poking the bears. I wasn't poking anyone. It isn't my fault that people want to help me escape or eat me. I'm tasty.

But he did give me clothes so no more naked Gifs of me. Well semi naked. All you guys got to see was my collar bones anyways.

So I looked like this when He Who Must Not Be Named In Public took my laptop away. I was completely bored out of my mind.

When: Week 4, Tuesday night
Type: Blog, Only open to noted people

(Private to Michael)
I think perhaps it's best if you kept Bella away from me. I know you think I'm just doing this to be an asshole, and maybe in the past I did, but this time is different. I don't trust myself any more than you trust me.
(End)

(Private to Mallory Meru)
So what, you don't come and say hello to your big brother anymore?!
(End)

Type: Personal blog - Private to Misha and Meru
Week Three, Sunday, afternoon.

You and I need to have a talk. When are you free?

DATE: Week 2. Tuesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day ten. I'm now in the double digits of being stuck in the same room. Please someone save me.

My Master Asshole Puppy Dog The person that I can't call a name, not even his own name, in public but I refuse to call him by his title still hasn't let me out of my room. Well there was a couple of hours yesterday but those are unimportant. What is important is that I know every nook and cranny in this room. I know how many floorboards there are. I know where all the indents in the wall are. I know where the dust likes to gather. It is under the bed, for anyone that is curious, and I'm pretty sure it is mating. I will soon have dust bunnies to call my own.

I'm so bored that I made a gif of myself. Yes, you read that right a gif. Said gif and not jif.



It is of me blinking. Enjoy.

DATE: Week 2. Monday. Very incredibly early. Before the sun is up early.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Of course I would pick the night I couldn't sleep to actually post a journal entry or is it a blog? Well whatever it is, it is the first of it. I'm Zell, werecheetah, and part of Kostya's pride though I have my own house and land. I'm fairly young and I bought my first slave just over a week ago.

It is going... well.

My parents made it look so easy but it could also be the slave I bought. I don't know. I'm looking for some advice from Masters who have more experience than I do... so everyone.

DATE: Week 2. Sunday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog

[Private]
October 4th
It has been a week since my life has changed for forever. I became a slave and I no longer have any freedom. I still think I might be in shock because it feels like it really hasn’t register that I’m a slave. Maybe... because I have a Master that is treating me like an equal instead of a piece of property like I know other Masters do with their slaves. I don’t think Klaus knew what a huge favor he was doing for me when he got his brother, Elijah, to buy me.

Elijah Mikaelson. Age unknown. I’m his Elena. He has treated me like... I’m his guest and girlfriend all rolled into one. I didn’t trust him at first because he is Klaus’ brother and Klaus... well I could write an essay on Klaus but I won’t. But Elijah has stood up for me against Klaus, took me shopping, listened to my worries, kissed me... I don’t think I will ever forget our first kiss. I dream about it most nights and every time I’m in his presence I wish he would do it again. I don’t know if this is Stockholm syndrome or... I can’t even write it. What I’m trying to write is that Elijah is a wonderful Master and I know I’m lucky that he bought me. He has even allowed to let Caroline live with us.

I’m scared that Caroline is falling for Klaus who I know is dangerous. I don’t want to see her hurt or worse killed. I can’t lose my best friend. She has always been there for me and I feel like I’m failing her now. I honestly don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I would do if I lost her. Maybe I should talk to Klaus. See if I can get him to promise me he won’t hurt her. And even has a write that I know how stupid that is.

I suddenly feel so lost.

And Elijah if you're reading this... well I don’t know what to say. I guess I hope that you won’t read my personal thoughts even though I know you can.
[/Private]

I decided I should finally use the computer my Master gave me. Hello, I'm Elena Gilbert and I'm new to the island. I think I'm quickly adjusting to living here though I could still be shock. This almost feels like it really isn't happening to me. Does anyone else feel that way?

[Private to Damon Salvatore]
I've talked to Elijah about meeting you. I'm free to have a coffee with you any time this week. When are you free?
[/Private]

It's strange, so many of my friends and my brother, all have slaves right now, and I am slaveless. It's like being invited to a wedding and not having a date. I suppose I'm just really picky.

While I have all this free time, people should keep in ind that the my services are available for auction house consultation, or for behaviour correction and training, after a slave has been bought. I have plenty of references, if you're interested.

(Private to Michael Meru)
That Bella of yours certainly has a temper. I left a package for you last week, in case she decided to flush it down the toilet, instead of giving it to you.

My Master... Agron. I'm not used to calling him Agron yet. Let me have this blog thing. I'm not entirely sure what it's for. Who even reads them?

It's frightening how quickly I've fallen in love with my weretiger mate. He tells me the marks on our hands means that we are mates. Bound together by Fate. That we're meant to be together. He can't really tell me exactly what it means. All I know is I don't ever want to be apart from him. He told me that he used to be a slave too. I'm very lucky to be with him. Right now, we're living in his Alpha's house. So far, they've all been kind to me.

(Delivered Week 1, Wednesday afternoon with a note reading: Bella, Please accept these flowers and my apology for my rudeness at our first meeting. I hope to see you again soon, under better circumstances.)

[week 1; Tuesday, afternoon]

When they told me I was going to be put up for auction, I expected something a lot worse for an outcome.