Day 01:

Damn him! Damn that fucking Blondie to the fiery pits of hell! I did nothing to deserve being put in this tiny room which holds only a toilet, a sink and two pieces of cloth which I think is supposed to be something for me to lie down on.

Honestly, all I did was give back what that other pet clearly deserved! C'mon, that fucker was making such snide comments to me - I told Iason I couldn't be held responsible if he continued - all I did was rough him up a bit. I barely even scratched the prick and he goes crying to his master! But of course Iason gives me that look and I know I'm in for a whole new world of hurt. Except this time, he doesn't beat me, he shoves me in this tiny fucking room which I didn't even know he had in this mansion of an apartment and tells me: "When you learn to be better behaved, you can come out." Yeah, right, sure thing, Iason. I'll just do that. I'd rather die! I'll stand up for myself.

Fuming, I sit down in the corner on the two sheets of cloth that have been set out for me and in the back of my mind I begin to wonder when Iason will let me out before shaking my head and clearing my thoughts. No, fuck him. If he wants to play this game with a slum mongrel – the most beaten and starved dogs on the block – then fine. Let him. Let's play this game. I'll never apologise! Never.