The non slave.

Have you ever looked around you and felt like the whole world is a big pile of stinking shit? I have. I do this every day of my life.

I wake up. I piss, wash dress and eat. I go to school. I live my life. I exist.

But there will always be something out there that I don't like. Something I don't agree with or something that makes me mad.

I am my own person with my own thoughts and it's exactly that, that has made me a target.

I won't bow down just because I've been told to. I won't drop what I'm doing and become somebody's object because that's how things should be.

Why should I? Why should I belong to anybody other than myself?

I'll tell you why. Because that is exactly what life for the majority of people is now. The world has changed and changed over the years until it started at the beginning again.

I'm sure you knew that things that were in fashion circled until they were fashionable again.

The same happens with life.

And if you happen to have a pair of tits strapped to your chest and a hole where your dick should be it means you're female. Aka a bitch, a slut, a slave.

That's right a slave. Because every woman on earth lives to serve a man. Right? We crave to be their plaything. Their very own toy to use as they wish.

We want to worship the ground our masters walk upon. Right?

Wrong! So fucking wrong, that the whole Bastard world makes me sick.

And because I don't agree with the way things are now, and the way things are supposedly supposed to be, it only makes them want me more.

My looks don't help the matter. I'm attractive. What's the point in being modest when one day I will have to kneel and tell my master what my pussy feels like whilst I shove my finger up the twat.

There is no point in lying. I'm attractive.

My silver blonde hair is completely natural and swings to my hips. My blue eyes are wide and bright.

I have the body of a woman and the face of a child. Which is exactly why I use the darkest of eye make up to mask the Innocence that shows there.

It's for all these reasons above that I have managed to make myself a target. Because everybody wants what they can't have.

And fuck! Somebody will get to train the bad girl. The one that can't be trained. Some fucking God will take the challenge of fixing the broken slave and win.

Well do you know what? I'm not a fucking slave. Whoever takes me as a challenge will regret it. I intend on making their life a misery.

I will not be trained!

I am not a game.

And I will never, ever belong to another human being for as long as I shall live.

So all of these dogs can come at me…

I'll show them all how a real bitch bites.

And to everybody else out there.

Be you! Always and forever.