Below are the 3 most recent journal entries recorded in Master Marton's InsaneJournal:

Saturday, August 20th, 2011
11:13 pm	Dinner! Marton had been surprised when Andrew gave him permission to go to the kitchen on his own to get the things he'd need to cook dinner. He checked for what Andrew already had then headed down with a mental list of what he needed. There was one comment made to him in the elevator, but Marton ignored it and kept looking straight ahead. That might have been a mistake though since it meant whomever it was had a chance to spread the information that Marton was out wandering the halls without Andrew. He arrived at the kitchen without problem and apparently Andrew had called ahead because the cook on duty helped Marton find what he needed and put it into a basket for him. Thanking the man sincerely, Marton headed back out to the elevator. He never saw the person who put a bag over his head, one moment he was walking and the next he couldn't see and could barely breathe through the thick cotton. There were voices, but Marton couldn't place them. He felt the first blow to his leg, causing him to go down and then it was simply chaos. Blows fell no matter how he tried to defend himself or how he curled up and tried to get away. Occasionally there was a sharp slice across his skin. Something wrapped around his throat and Marton felt himself choking then hot wetness and the stench of urine. Dimly he heard shouting and the sound of people fleeing before someone grabbed his arm and pulled the bag free. Blood flowed from a cut on his head over a swollen eye and into his mouth. He felt like he was covered in bruises and across his arms and ass and legs were cuts that bleed freely. "Get Master Andrew," he heard one of the guards say as Marton blinked up at them. He had to get back, he was supposed to make dinner. (34 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 8th, 2011
10:30 pm	Punishment over! It had been a week since their run in with the man that attacked Marton. His bruises had healed and his ribs were no longer nearly quite so sore. He and Andrew had returned to their usual schedule other than the fact that Marton never got to leave the quarters. In some ways, that was an intense punishment as it left him alone with this thoughts far too often. The last thirteen years of his life were under intense scrutiny. What if he'd been wrong? What if everything that he'd done since Keith's death was wrong? That he had damaged so many people out of a desire to teach them to be self sufficient and stop relying on others and he could be wrong. Despite Andrew's reassurances, he was not sure that he could be fixed. That he could learn to trust life again. And yet, with each day, that small tingle of desire was growing. To feel again the way he felt with his former Master To allow himself to feel love and acceptance and want. And it terrified him. He was trying so hard to hide all of this from Andrew though as he waited through the last hour of his punishment when Andrew would return. (31 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 1st, 2011
11:54 am	The following day Marton woke up disoriented and in moment was awake and aware. The memories of the night before came back and his stomach turned at how easily he'd rolled over for Andrew. His Master must be rolling over in his grave. Marton squeezed his eyes shut tight, a wave of sorrow rolling over him. He hadn't missed Keith this much in years. Fuck Andrew for bringing up all those old memories for touching him like that, for using his conditioned patterns against him. Marton remembered that he'd given Andrew all the secrets of his mental issues by telling him about the journal. Quickly he channeled that sorrow into anger and held onto it as the one thing he could deal with. (59 Comments |Comment on this)