It is late. The bedroom is dark, with only a single light above the computer. I’ve been sitting there looking at the erotic photos that you have collected. What a beautiful assortment you have. There are the most amazing photographs of women’s bodies. I particularly like the close-ups of the vaginas. I like looking at the different clits;
He's coming tonight. I don't know how I know, but he is. I woke up trembling this evening. I've been in such a state, pacing through the abandoned corridors and empty cavernous rooms, turning on all the lights because I was frightened (the place is haunted, I'm sure of it), and then I turned them all off again because he prefers the darkness. Now I'm sitting at my desk writing it all down. That's why he gave me a desk, right? And paper, and a pen. There is precious little else in this manor, except for the books in the library, and I can't focus on what I'm reading when I'm like this.