Existance!

Hey, Zeak told me to post here. Because she doesn't feel like it. My name's Joy, I'm certain you've read of me.

I'm 20 years old, female writer and yeah that's about it.

So many of you may be wondering what it's like to be here in the hotel with Zeak.
It's hell.

I can't take it much longer.
I wish she'd just kill me already.

She keeps carving her name in my flesh and whipping me.

What did I do to deserve this.
Existing, perhaps.

~Joy

Peace!

I finally caught up with Joy. It seems a bit time-consuming to find her, tedious even. After going forth from hotel to a hotel I found the hotel she was staying in. It didn't take me long to have her handcuffed to the bed, which sounds enticing, I know but I actually felt like it was more of a security measure than anything else. Perhaps it was unnecessary to carve my initials in the flesh of her right arm, but who can really say what is supposedly correct or necessary behavior in this world.

At any rate, it seems that she is in now in my custody for the remainder of my punishment period. Which seems to end in a few days, at the end of which I'll gain my abilities and immortality back.

I don't think it will be safe to go outside the hotel room until that time comes.

Perhaps, I'll get to know Joy a bit better or stop the bleeding from her arm. I'm not sure why my master wants her, but perhaps it has something to do with her cunning attitude.

So far, she has not said anything to me.
It's kind of nice to have peace and quiet for once.