• Every time I see his face, I want to scream. Either out of pain or pleasure, or joy or just pure hatred for this man it does not matter! His image, the thought of him, the sound of his name. They all haunt me, burn a hole in my heart and rising a scream in my throat.
    We ask ourselves how it came to be this way. Because out loud we know nothing, the truth being blocked by our mind. No one wishes to allow them-self to think such thoughts but its there. Hiding in the back of your skull, deep in your heart, in the belly of the beast. It's there.
    The truth is what we look for. Answers we try to find but we already know them. I searched to find the reason I hate this man so much. But I always held it inside of me. I'm nothing but a mouse to him. A snack, a type game to him.
    He hunts for me day and day. Showing me shiny things, a better life. The cat showing the mouse a piece of cheese and a comfy bed to sleep. How this man twisted his tongue in such away to convince me I do not know. Yet the moment I went for his trap I regretted it.
    He held me fast in his claws. Poor weak me sat there. Looking at the light from within his grasp. This cat told me if I wished to leave I was free.
    Oh my friends, did I try to run. Not moment in which he let my "tail" go, opened his "claws" for my freedom. I ran. Faster than I ever thought I could go. But the game was still on for him. A quick moment and I was being dragged back to his trap.
    Again, I ran. Again, I failed. I tried and tried, and he just toyed with me. Yet one night my dear friends, He let his guard down. Only for a second and I ran. Never looking back. Never stopping. This little mouse ran from this cat. Safety seemed so close, yet so far from me.