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. 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.

Week 3, Tuesday, Afternoon

For the fucking love of all that is holy I hate fucking telemarketers. Six calls just this morning, I am about to throw the phone out the fucking window, but then my master would get pissed if we have no business. But it one more calls today I will fucking flip the shit out!

Does anyone know if there is a spell that can change the color of something? I am thinking the house need to be a hot pink instead.

DATE: Week 3. Tuesday. Afternoon.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day seventeen of Hell. ...things are becoming confusing. He Who Must Not Be Named In Public hasn't found a reason to torment punish discipline me for my 'bad' behavior. I don't know if he is going so on me or has just become use to my mouth. Oh god. Now I'm remembering him using my mouth. Damn it.

ANYWAYS I still haven't been able to leave the room. I want to leave the room. Someone tell He Who Must Not Be Named In Public that I should be allowed to leave my room.

Here is a Gif from the same session as before for encouragement since a lot of people seemed to like the last one. Dirty minds.



I honestly don't know what I was doing. Moving around?

[Private to Scott]
... hey buddy? Are you still around? You said you knew Derek Hale right? Do you think you could talk to him about coming to see me? I really want to see you and I need to talk to someone other then the asshole.

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 1. Thursday. Morning.
TYPE: Blog. Open.

Day five? Could be four if you don't count Sunday but I'm counting Sunday. Day five in my one room prison.

The asshole that owns me doesn't like that I haven't taken to the wonderful life of being a slave, a personal slave at that, and has me locked up in my bedroom. Such a wonderful life a slave leads. Is anyone else bored out of their freaking mind or is it just me?

Come on. Someone talk to me here. I need some sort of escape from this hell I'm currently living in.