My shift motto is: silence. Which doesn't mean I'm allowed to dawdle. I keep my mouth shut until I'm spoken to.

At 5 a.m. sharp, the door opened. That's all. The master, always a bit out of it, shortly after getting up. He's already on his way back to the bathroom when I quickly dash out of the room and into the small kitchen. I prepare breakfast and serve it; it takes 10 minutes at the most. Well, I wasn't familiar with this particular kitchen, so it took a little longer. The master was already getting dressed when I arrived. Dressing him is one of my responsibilities. But that's not a big problem for him—there are many reasons why things might take longer. If it happens constantly, then it's a problem.

Afterward, I go back to the kitchen; the coffee is always freshly served. Afterward, I kneel next to him. Maybe I'll get something to eat, maybe not. Not today. I only eat what my Master allows me to eat or gives me.

Actually, that's the end of my service today. He has many slaves. I'm confined to the house, so I'm always naked.

I was sent down to the torture chamber on standby.

At 8 p.m., I received a message to go to my room. With the added instruction "Don't be angry!"