Lisa SXXXXXXXX

24 October 20XX

Backyard

IN THAT AS IN

The answer to your question depends on the question. Is it a good question? What is “good?” Is it your favorite four-letter-word, or is it fuck?

Don’t think I didn’t see you looking at me that way. Don’t think I don’t know what that means. When you saw me kneeling in the backyard, with my hands tied together, why were you in my neighborhood, anyways? How did you get my address, creep? Take a picture next time. It’ll last longer.

Take a picture. Go ahead, do it. Take out your phone and take as many as you like. I’m tied to this fence, I’m helpless, I’m wearing a seifuku, and I’m wearing latex underneath! He put a blindfold on me, and I can feel everything.

I rub my fingers against the burns in my wrists. I work hard, but you wouldn’t tell from my body. You don’t know my pain tolerance. You don’t know what the boils and lashes look like. You don’t know anything.

I don’t know how long I’ve been out here. I don’t know what time it is. I don’t know why I lie. I don’t smoke. I don’t take from the liquor cabinet. I get touched. I touch myself. I use Dad’s lighter all the time. I die.

I have nice legs. I like to show them off. My parents always said I had good legs, and so, like, I don’t know, that just always felt good to hear. In that, as in, I don’t mind, if I’m being honest I don’t mind if you look at me that way. And I can’t do anything. I’m stuck here.

So, it’s cool, these tights are warm. It’s probably like, twenty degrees out or something? I think it’s starting to snow. One time, Dad dressed me in a sack and chained me to the fence. Now I’m soaking wet. I cried so hard, all the makeup ran down my face.

What do you think? What do you think, Shingo-san?