#dogs shouldn't eat thst

[coffeeworldsasaki]

My dog is currently doing an hunger strike to fight against the great injustice of having to eat rice instead of pasta, keep him in your prayers

[truthbehindthemysteries]

For the first several hours of your time in the Waterford household, Serena is ice itself.

- you've never been frightened of her. Deep down you know you've no need to be.

- But you just came from a place where you were beaten, without reason.

- "You will prepare the Commander and I's luncheon now. The Handmaid will eat in her room.

- Her voice is all that kept you sane while you were in Hell, the hope you'd see her again. A lump forms in your throat.

- "are you waiting for an invitation? GO!" Her shout causes you to jump, retreating from the room like a dog tucking her tail.

- "You ok?" Rita notices your shaking hands, your tears you try to gulp back. "You'll get used to her. You'll see."

- At least she doesn't hit you. Not like Mrs.Putnam.

- You avoid eye contact when serving her. She nods tersely, her eyes flaring at you anyway.

- You trip over a lampcord, face planting into the carpet, spilling the remains of her meal all over yourself and her knitting basket.

- " Stupid! Clumsy girl! Get up!" You've hit your head a thousand times, but her slap causes you more fear then all of Mrs. Putnams rages put together.

- "I....Im.....Im sorry...." You whimper. The dam breaks. You're sobbing broken sobs, terrified and whimpering. "Don't hit me again. Not you. Make the others do it. Twice over. But never you. I....cant handle it being you."

- She stops, a horrified look on her face, realizing what she's done for the first time. "Go clean yourself up." Her voice is softer now but you're still afraid.

- A shadow as you're furiously scrubbing your skirts in the bathroom sink. Crying your eyes out.

- " I'll be done in a moment Ma'am. I'm sorry."

- Warm arms wrap around you before you can pull away. " No. IM sorry. I shouldn't have hit you. Thst was wrong. Please forgive me. Come. Sit. Let me help you."

-she traces the wound on your collarbone, the scar from years ago. "I...thought you were dead."

- you cant answer. But you bury your face in her chest, and she holds you as you cry.

guess ill just sit here and cry, thnx