A tale by the hand a loyal slave
Every once in a while, wandering through this world of emotional and financial abuse brings you some special moments. It's when you see the impact you have on a slave's life that you get to ask yourself, "what's my purpose here?" As time goes by, it becomes more and more clear. Not disregarding the obvious monetary gain that one takes from this whole ordeal, not ignoring the endless hours laughing amongst friends either witnessing or sharing the absurd situations that my slaves put themselves in, there is something that is often forgotten. Someone like me, is not rarely the shinning light in some pour soul's life. My words end up being the ones they repeat time and time again, when they are going to bed. As their days go by, it is the knowledge that they will do the tasks I've demanded from them and, with that, be able to inform me they were done, it's those phrases as they arrive home from work that they cherish the most for. It's the joy of know...