Monday, 6 August 2012

AUGUST 6, 2012 (AM)

Log from August 6th (AM):

Those who bother to read this know that Russ has begun communicating with me publicly, now. I can only guess it’s because I’ve deleted all but one of my email accounts, which I am guarding like it’s my greatest secret.
However, it means that there’s probably less to explain about why I’m now on the run.
I don’t have a car. In fact, I don’t have much aside from a messenger bag and the clothes on my back. I have a debit card and a bare minimum of cash, and my apartment is up for rent. It’s strange, but I don’t feel like I’ll miss all my possessions. Serving the Mistress is my higher calling. In a way, it’s almost as if she’s become my religion, and I’m as devoted as a nun.
Russ called her the ‘primary Vessel’. If the Red Cap chooses all of its Vessels, what makes her…more so? I swear that I can feel something more about her, but I can confess that I’m not an unbiased judge. If I could have chosen anyone, I would have chosen her, too.
I need to know more. Every moment not spent running, I am going to spend trying to understand. I scraped the surface, before; that’s why I know about ‘the magnet’.
After all…because I’m running away, I don’t know whether or not the Mistress will be able to find me ever again.
Information may be all I have left.

1 comment:

  1. i could tell you everything. all i'd ask is that you become mine instead.
    if ‘red’ is gone, what do you have to lose?