Fold, crease, mountain, valley
997
I am but a servant to my Lord. I bow my head in his commanding presence, the strength of which seems to radiate for miles. I get on my knees every day, and give myself to him until I have nothing left to give. I never complain, never grumble as the others do. I carry my burdens with dignity, with silence. I carry out his orders without question, committing horrendous acts of murder in his name. And still I am never thanked, never rewarded. I am…obedient.
Fold, crease, mountain, valley
998
I awake at dawn before my master stirs. I spend so much time preparing his meals to perfection, though for me it means lost sleep and time. I have no free time, no friends. I am alone but for him. My days are spent working diligently without rest, never offered a break from my constant striving to please him. My hands have the blisters, my eyes the tiredness, to prove this. I am…exhausted.
Fold, crease, mountain, valley
999
I stay silent as he puts his hands on me, as he forces himself into me. On the inside, I am screaming. I let him have me, whenever he pleases. My body is for his use, at his disposal, something he can have whenever he pleases. I utter no sound as his teeth draw blood from my newly healed flesh. I do not cry as his fingers dig into my skin. No words pass my lips even as his fist, so strong and angry, connects with fragile bone. I deserve it all, and nothing less. If he judges it to be necessary, then so it must be. I am…silent.
Fold, crease, mountain, valley
1000
My hands cup the delicate crane, folded so craftfully by my own two hands. I hold it out to the open window, a slight breeze flowing in from it, and allow the crane to escape. To live. My creation disappears into the heavens and I silently close my eyes. My hands clasp together and I make my wish. I wish to be…free.