13th December

He gave me a new sack to wear. Grey, of course. I have to get changed in front of Him. I hate that. Having Him look at my naked body is one of the most . humiliating things I have to put up with. He doesn’t touch, just looks. It’s only when I’m dressed that He touches. He says it’s because He wants to show His appreciation and respect by admiring my beauty. And because He I’m His and He doesn’t have to touch me to prove His love. Yeah, that’s right, His love. That’s what He says. He loves me. He doesn’t have any idea what love is. He’s Evil, and evil doesn’t love. I did try to talk Him into proving His love by letting me out, at least for a bit. But He nixed that idea right quick. Que sera sera, or what ever.