Tuesday, February 27, 2007

First Whipping

I thought it might not happen, since it has been so long since I have come here, but I was not to be spared. A customary five lashes was given to me so that I would remember what it felt like and not make a mistake.

I’ve yet to leave the compound, but I am kept busy with a multitude of tasks. The guard said if I beg prettily, I may receive a warmer blanket. I should like one the color of sand.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Arian Girl

I am to be belted. Secretly, I am delighted, but this I will share with no one. Things like that have a way of coming back to haunt you.

The kennels are cold but serviceable, the food less then I am used to. How my mouth waters for something sweet. Instead of freedom, I dream of chocolate.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Island Girl

With the beginning of a new life comes the keeping of a new journal. I shall miss the island of my home, the freedom of the waves and the warmth of the sands, but I, like all others that were enslaved and brought here, will not only endure, but flourish.