Log from September 25th:
I made a terrible mistake. The Mistress is...beyond furious, with me.
She is keeping a closer eye on me - perhaps that's the best thing to come of this. I know she won't leave... I only regret that I have that kind of insurance through such means.
However...she's sent so many Marked after Russ that I fear her hunger is neglected. She has regressed to that weaker state. I know for certain, now, that when she's like this, it's as though her memory is wiped clean. She can't recall what's been going; it's all a fuzzy haze.
She asks for Jack, and for Razzie. She asks what's been happening. She eats and sleeps, as I do.