About three months ago I agreed to an arrangement. I would completely give up my freedom and my identity, and live as a full time prisoner. In exchange, money gets deposited into my bank account every day. I get to go as long as I am able.

On my first day, I arrived at my new owner's house. They're a lovely couple, but they have a mean streak sometimes. I didn't know that at the time, but I do now. I arrived, reviewed the terms of the contract, and signed on the dotted line. They gave me a box with my name on it, and I put all of my possessions into it, phone, wallet, and all of my clothes. They boxed it up and stowed it away.

Before I know it, I'm tightly handcuffed, blindfolded, and gagged. My owner grabs my by arm and leads me downstairs to the basement. I don't know it yet, but I'm going to get to know this space very well. They sit me down on the cold floor, and a cold metal collar wraps around my neck. It's chained to the floor, I can't stand. They tell me they'll be back soon, and I hear them close a metal door. The padlock on the door clicks shut, and I'm left on my own to think about my new predicament.

I spend hours chained to that floor, naked, drooling, alone. Eventually I hear one of my owners open the cell door. He yanks the blindfold off and serves me my first bowl of gruel. Watery, bland slop, I will eat this hundreds of times. No hands, so I eat straight from the bowl on the floor, my face smearing with the stuff.

I don't get a good night's sleep that night, nor the night after. It takes two full days of full time imprisonment before it dawns on me that this is my life now.

I've been imprisoned for a while, and have finally earned my pen-pal privileges! Now, I get to speak with curious folks on the outside! I have to answer all questions openly and honestly, and savor my only social time before I go back to my cell.

My time is almost up, I'm going to get inspected soon and then I'll be back in my cell. I hope to hear from you!