Like I said, it's hell here.
Daniel says it's all to make me stronger. They want to make sure I'll never disobey my master. They want to make sure I'm skilled enough for my master. They want to make sure my master can do whatever he wants to me, and I'll take the pain.
Hence, why I'm allowed to get beat up.
"Come on, I'll call the doctor about your face," Daniel said, but I jerked away from him.
"I-it's around Thanksgiving, right?" I stuttered. "I want to talk to my mom."
"Well, that's too bad," he replied, mocking me with an exaggerated pout. "She hasn't called you yet, and you know the rules."
"I've been here for eight months," I stated, trying to sound stern even though I'm beaten and bruised on the floor. "I find it hard to believe my mom hasn't called me one time."
"She hasn't,
