I was made to assist bank customers in their bank transactions.
A smelly man used and placed me in his shirt pocket like he owned me.
When home, I got shoved into a dirty, dark place with others. I remained there for days and possibly weeks. Because there was no clock or window, I could not tell how long time passed.
I had surrendered to being in that place for eternity; he took me out and forced me to write very slowly and meticulously. Every few words, he would stop to bite and chew on me. He disfigured my body in ways I never imagined. I couldn’t do anything other than submit to his abuse.
When finished, he shoved me back into that dirty, dark place. I don’t know how long before he took me out again. That time he dragged me across a hard surface before sinking his teeth into my body. That time, I think I spent more time in his mouth than working.
Time passed so slowly. Each time he would take me out and subject me to his continuous abuse. It got to the point where I had no energy to work. Then he would yell at me and throw me back into that dark drawer.
The day finally came when enough was enough. My bodily fluids were almost gone. I refused to work any longer. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. That thanklessly man threw me into this dirty, smelly trash can like a piece of garbage.
Here I lie, waiting for what comes next. I can only hope it will be better than what my life has been.
