There is hope again! I tried so hard to find that cell phone with which Sir Jeff had called me but it wasn’t anywhere to be found. I have no idea how it got there or where it went but if I am going to see him again it looks like he’ll have to come and find me at the Retreat and I so hope he does. But at least I now have another possible ray of hope.
I was desperately looking for the phone last night when a man walked up to the cage and started talking to me. At first he annoyed me because I just wanted to be left alone to try and figure out how to contact Sir Jeff but then he started to talk kindly and it occurred to me that if he is one of the nice ones then maybe he could help me. So when he suggested we go into the house to talk about things in private I happily went with him.
Yes, I know what you’re thinking! I know you’re going to say that I was being silly and gullible and that he was just trying to fool me into agreeing to be alone with him but that wasn’t the case! After all, what would be the point in that when he could just order me to go to the house with him? No, he was being kind and asked me what sort of trouble I was in and asked me how he could help. He didn’t do anything bad to me! He just had his arm around my shoulders and at some points he stroked my back and yes his hand did touch my bottom once but it was friendly and I think even an accident; he wasn’t taking advantage of me at all and it was so refreshing and wonderful!
We went to the room upstairs that has a big, comfortable bed in it and we snuggled together on top of the sheets while I explained to him about being terrified of what Mr. Negulesco was going to do to me when he saw me next. He had a few ideas and said he could help me. But his ideas, although good, would take too long (he said I should behave well and maybe Mr. Negulsco would lesson my punishment) and I really, really needed someone to help me get out of the punishment all together. Master Eric (I’d asked him what I should call him and he had told me that is how I should address him) spoke very highly of Mr. Negulesco and said he couldn’t really do anything to get me out of the punishment but that if I were to be punished already by someone else it would hurt less and maybe Mr. Negulesco would think I had learned my lesson and wouldn’t do anything worse to me. Maybe. I wasn’t willing to take a chance on maybe! If the idea doesn’t work then I’d be punished twice! For something that wasn’t even really bad anyway. I mean, I only stood up and shouted for goodness sake. It’s not like I hit anyone or attempted to escape or anything. It’s really unfair and the more I think about it the more angry I get and the more determined I am to get out of this punishment somehow.
I need to go now, dear diary. I need to figure out what to do. I have to have a plan ready before I see Mr. Negulesco again just in case no one can help me.