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today, he told me something else,
about the black tattoo on my skin.
he said,
"i get a different one each time i take a pretty little kitten."
but i want it off.
though i can't tell him that even if i wanted to.
due to the gag strapped in my mouth.
so i stay in the basement he keeps me in.
i stay quiet, the way he likes.
because if i move too much
or make too much noise.
i get his punishments.
he's started to make me do more things
that would please him.
but i try arguing.
and i move around, try to escape.
i don't want him to have his way.
but now he has me in his grasp.
"i have already warned you what happens to bad kittens.
sometimes, i don't understand why you refuse to listen,
you tune me out.
when things would be much, much easier,
if you just accepted this.
accepted me.
but my sweet little kitten,
you just don't ever listen.
now, i'm guessing you already know what will,
and can happen.
such a shame,
a pretty face like yours,
just can't obey."
that's when he pulled out the ropes.
