Oh, Tessa wished so badly that could just break this stupid phone! Throughout all this time on her island, she had pretty much gotten the privacy she needed. Sure, there were some nosy Masters but they never harassed her in the way they harassed other slaves. She put it off as being very high effort and very little return. Besides, others were much prettier and more slave-like than she was. But this event, it really hit home, and she wasn’t even sure whether it was aimed at her specifically or if the Masters simply went all out for the sake of it.
The brunette had to swallow as she read the next message. She had been miserable for most of her life but somehow, she managed to stay away from self-harm. It was scary, in a way, and she also thought herself above that. But this was no longer her choice. The slave made her way to a nearby café, grabbed a knife without asking, and started to grind the blade against her forearm mechanically. For a long time, it seemed futile – a mere discomfort but nothing more seemed to happen. What’s more, nobody else seemed to be watching. It gave her false hope for that in a few more minutes time, she grimaced in pain. Every muscle of her body wanted to end this madness, but it was no use. The knife kept cutting her skin, layer after layer, until her efforts were rewarded with small droplets of red.