Author's note: the the places with bad grammar or writing are intentional to represent the Mc's mental instability.
Routine is by far the most important thing you can have in your life. It prevents you from being lazy, forgetful, and prone to procrastination.
It also prevents you from going insane I am going insane in a never ending cycle of monotony.
Let me go through my daily routine as the slave personal attendant of the Hoffmire family's heir Richard Hoffmire I want to kill him, a boy my age with auburn hair and green eyes, it's torture more bearable than you think.
First I wake up at 5 in the morning sharp, getting dressed in a pristine white button-up shirt, a neatly woven vest and pressed pants, all together with my freshly shined loafers.
You have to always be presentable, says Master Hoffmire and I don't want to disappoint him he'll beat me otherwise.
Carrying on, I then make my way to have my meal for the day in the servant's section, where we're fed what they give I'm starving.
When the clock strikes 6, I make my way to the Young Master Richard's quarters and knock softly three times saying "Young Master I hope you fucking die it's time for breakfast."
The Young Master is a sadist still growing so he has a peculiar personality, he tortures me he can get quite rowdy at times. He comes out of his room neatly dressed and greets me with a punch to my stomach.
I then follow the Young Master to the dining hall where he dines with the Master. During this time I have to keep perfectly still whilst they dine to not disturb them or else I will be reprimanded it hurts so much as you know Master Hoffmire is quite strict I still have the scars.
After breakfast I diligently follow Young Master Richard throughout his days making sure he doesn't get into any trouble. But since I'm not perfect, the Young Master gets angry at me for my misgivings and tortures me punishes me.
He sometimes punishes me with his friends as they record my punishment with their phones whilst they make sure I learn my lesson they take turns beating and maiming me.
Sometimes the punishment is so severe that I'm forced to retire to my quarters early they cut out a section of my skin once. When I return to my quarters, the Family's butler Alexander, an elderly man whose amiable personality betrays his outward appearance resembling that of a military officer, he would fix me up and now and then teach me a bit about swordsmanship and martial arts in his free time the only person who treats me like a human.
He's the closest thing to a family I have, he's been looking out for me ever since I was enslaved brought into the Hoffmire household. He says he does this because I remind him of someone he knew long ago was he tortured like me as well?. After his lessons I would retire to my bed if you can call it that and sleep as soon as I lie down and the cycle will start all over again.
For me this routine makes sure I don't kill myself have a moment to waste and use it productively.
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I'm going insane insane insane insane insane insane insane insane insane insane …
I've numbed myself to the pain… the torture… my body feels broken 24/7. Everyday I feel like a corpse, I practically am one; they overwork me to the point of chronic physical pain. I get fed once a day and it's some fucking slop that's barely edible. I feel as if any day I'd snap but I don't because that'd be a death sentence.
I grew up in an orphanage in the outskirts— abused by both the adults and children alike. The adults beat me for not doing chores properly; children bullied me for their own pleasure and power trip. Then I got sold off like a slave to the Hoffmires. I have no parents, no family, the only person I have that's remotely on my side is the butler but I know he's more loyal to the Hoffmire's… saying that name makes me fucking sick.
Richard Hoffmire, I wish I could kill him with my own hands. He's the heir to the largest pharmaceutical company in America, so for his entire life he's basically done what he wants.
And the things he does…
I don't want to talk about it
HURTS
STOP IT PLEASE
I BEG YOU
NO NO NO PLEASE
To keep it simple… he's a sadistic individual.
But I know this, before I get the fuck out of here I'm going to beat the living hell out of him I want to cave in his skull and watch him die.
That day might be sooner than I think because I've gone fucking batshit insane I don't care about the consequences anymore, I don't care about anyone else apart from myself in this shitty ass world.
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12th Dec 2025
I woke up as usual at 5 in the morning but something felt different. I don't know why but… something felt wrong since I woke up— like the feeling you get when you're being watched.
I brushed the feeling off as me going insane being tired. I pushed myself off the cheap slab they call a bed and made my way to the dingy showers and had a stinging cold one.
I got dressed in my standard white button-up shirt, woven vest and pressed pants and made my way to the dining hall.
Everything was fine, but that feeling never left me as if it was haunting me.
'Have I gone insane yes I have so long ago?'
I pulled back my right sleeve and pinched my scarred forearm to stop myself from falling in the abyss of insanity being paranoid.
'Calm down everything's not fine'
I make my way to the servant's section to have my one inedible meal for the day, that section is a stark contrast to the rest of the mansion, the mansion is adorned with beautiful painting, regal decorations whereas the slave servant's section is as decrepit and dingy as ever with rotting wooden tables and chairs.
I take a seat and get served a bowl of what I choose to believe is porridge it looks like fucking slop by a maid whose eyes are plagued heavily by dark circles— so much that I thought it was makeup momentarily.
"Hahhh"
I sigh and eat up as it's the only fucking thing I get to eat for the entire day starving starving, I've reached the point where I'm counting how many ribs I can see. The 'porridge' was exactly how I thought it would be, it was just tasteless, flavourless goop that made me want to fucking puke.
As I eat this 'porridge', I just gaze out the window and look at the grey sky and mumble to myself.
"Winter is getting more intense… fuck it's going be col- what the?!"
As I looked at the sky, there was a lone bird in the sky; it was a crow, it's onyx black figure creating a small blot of ink in the paper like sky. The crow was flying, flapping its wings trying to get to who knows where but…
It wasn't moving…
It was flapping its wings but it's not moving, like it's stuck in the sky.
I then drop my spoon and rub my eyes to make sure I'm not seeing things or if it's my insanity. After rubbing my eyes with my calloused hands, I look again and…
'What the fuck… did that bird just glitch?'
The bird contorted before my very eyes, its shape distorting in the air with a myriad of colours emerging through it. But within a fraction of a second it blipped out of sight… as if its existence got erased.
I just blinked, unable to process the sight. Even though the scene took place in fractions of a second but… It still happened. I'm woken from my stupor by a sudden throbbing headache.
"Agghhh!" I groaned as quietly as possible, I rubbed my temples to try and relieve the sudden pain but as quickly as it came it slowly faded but not fully. A lingering migraine was left in its place.
After that I just stood up and left. There were so many things happening all at once; it was eating at my head, literally at this point, an excruciating hum ringing in my head.
'What the fuck is happening to me?'
'That had to be a hallucination, It's probably because I didn't sleep well, no way a bird can glitch in the sky'
The fucking migraine wasn't helping me dampen my erratic thoughts, it's only helped to stoke the bonfire of instability raging in my consciousness.
'FUCK… stop it, I have to go wake up the sadist young master now'
The clock struck 6 as soon as I made my way to the fucking bastard's young master's room and knock softly three times saying "Young Master I hope you fucking die it's time for breakfast."
It makes me want to puke whenever I say that.
I wait for about 5 minutes before the prick walks out, wearing a neat blue suit and looks at me with a wide grin before saying.
"Good morning Kerrigan, how's my-"
He comes close and pulls me in with a punch right to the middle of my abdomen, ripping the air out of my lungs and almost making me vomit. He continues.
"Slave doing?"
I'm breathing heavily trying to take back the air that was torn from my lungs, a stinging sensation flooding the area below my ribs. I barely stop myself from falling to the floor, my body so weak that it's this hurt by punch from this fucker.
"Well… I'm doing well young master…"
I say with a hoarse voice as I straighten myself up. I look at him straight in the eyes with mine being forcefully devoid of any emotion as I conceal the pure rage boiling within me. I then gesture in the direction of the family dining hall and force a wry smile on my features as I look at him.
"Shall we?"
He nods with that same infuriating grin… It seems to tick me off even more today, with the unnerving feeling, the bird glitching and the FUCKING migraine I'm having, I'm more emotional… kill him kill him more angrier than usual… Richard then says.
"Lead the way fuck-eyes hehe."
I give a curt nod and guide him like a the fucking man-child he is to the dining hall. Why did he call me fuck-eyes? Simple, I have heterochromia, one of my eyes is black whereas the other is grey. For him it makes me look like a grotesque freak of sorts.
We reach the dining hall after about a minute, I take my stance as usual, standing upright and being as quiet and as still as possible whilst he sits on the table with the devil Master.
They dined and conversed as if they were trying to imitate a loving fucking family— watching that scene made me want to just take the nearest fork and gouge out their fucking eyes shout curses.
'This migraine is killing me'
The migraine is still ever present since the disturbing sight, making me feel more emotional, erratic and sensitive; the lights felt too bright making my eyes twitch. My mind kept going back to that crow, how it just glitched and blipped out from existence.
'It was too surreal to be my imagination… what the fuck is going on?!'
My mind was a whirlwind of stupendous ideas and thoughts trying to justify the mind-fucking sight I witnessed an hour ago. I was only snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Richard and Master Hoffmire getting up from their chairs concluding their breakfast.
I straighten myself up and direct my gaze towards Richard, who looks at me with his sadistic smile. I'm already dreading what he'll decide to do today because I don't think I can keep myself together anymore, mentally.
"Let's go Kerrigan" he says calmly and makes me follow him. I then spend most of the day following him around during his lessons, meetings— now I'm with him in his quarters along with his friends who are as bad as him, rich kids who can do whatever they want.
I stand in the corner whilst they converse about various topics like games, women and money. I'm just mainly glad that they left me alone for now. Even though I have this temporary solace.
Hummmmmmm
That fucking migraine never left, ringing in my head profusely. It was gradually getting louder as I went by my day following Richard around. The bright light of the room affects my eyes even more, my eyelids fluttering and twitching as if I'm going into a stroke.
'Hurts… this migraine hurts so much…'
I was so out of it that the conversation of the gaggle of young masters slowly fizzled out like it was creating a spatial distortion just for me, making sure I suffered in solace. The cacophony of conversations was displaced by a distorted and erratic hum as if their voices turned into static.
HunHUmaHUmaHUnnmm
I had to curl my hands in fists, digging my nails into my palm just so I don't cry out for help help me help me help me I'm going insane insane insane insane. My knuckles go white from the amount of force I'm exerting, my breathing gets heavier and I feel a chill down my spine.
'It's getting louder… FUCK FUCK FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP'
The humming more distorted, the migraine more throbbing, the lights brighter as if God himself is going out of His way to make my life a living example of torture and hell. My heterochromatic eyes are going bloodshot from the intensity of the light.
I want to scream I want to scream I want to scream I want to scream I want to scream.
Amidst the torture, I hear something… a name. It's so muffled I can't discern it properly, but it gets louder as if the origin of the sound is coming near me.
"Ke..i..an"
"KEr.IGG.."
"KERRIGAN YOU FUCKING DEAF PIECE OF SHIT CAN YOU NOT FUCKING HEAR ME!"
I jerk my neck in front of me, a cold bead of sweat going down my forehead. It was Richard, he was saying my name. He was looking at me with fury and anger with his cohort of young masters looking at me in the same manner.
I immediately stammer out a response.
"A-a-apologies Young master"
His scowl intensifies as he replies with a hook to the jaw, sending me crumpling to the floor with a thud.
"You insolent slave, do you think you're all that by ignoring me, fucking worthless shit"
"I-I'm sorr- ahh" I try to apologise but he kicks me in the face, breaking my nose hurts hurts hurts. I feel blood rushing from my nose like a faucet, dripping onto the linoleum floor. I try to stand up, going on all fours as I have one hand trying to prevent more blood from dripping from my face.
My body, overwhelmed from the torturous migraine, humming and lights and now this leaking faucet of a nose, feels weak. I try to stand but one of Richard's friends grabs me from behind, locking my arms and with a malicious tone.
"This fucking peasant thinks he can stand up infront of us, let's teach him a lesson!"
NO NO NO NO PLEASE NO NO NO
They all jeer and snarl, Richard primarily looks at me with sadistic eyes of fury. He greedily pulls back his sleeves as if he's been waiting for this the whole day. My mind, now considerably unstable from all the things that have been happening to me, makes me scowl at them, looking at them with the pure rage I had been concealing from them carefully.
"F-fuck you… I want to tear your skin off" I breathe out as I glare at Richard.
Richard and his cohort are considerably taken aback. To them, I let myself be walked all over, always crying in fear and begging for forgiveness but this is the first time they've seen any sort of rebellion against their tyranny. Richard's face contorted with anger, he charged towards and grabbed my face roughly and bore his gaze upon my very soul.
"The fuck did you you say…" he said in a low growl as his grip tightened almost becoming painful.
Something snapped in my head, I felt free… liberated… I felt the joy of going insane rebelling, I felt the migraine lighten, the humming go quieter, the lights were less dim. I looked at him in the eyes with a grin of my own, my eyes widened asking with my smile maniacally. I carefully collected the blood flowing from my nose into my mouth and spat it in his face.
"I SAID FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!"
He recoiled back as if I had slapped him in the face. He looked at me after confirming himself that I actually spat on him. His face was a joyous sight to my sorry eyes, his sadistic demeanor whittled down to a pathetic mixture of shock and fury.
"I'm going to kill you for this disrespect YOU FUCKING SLAVE!" Richard roared as he lunged at me with a right hook that landed with a horrific crunch on my face. The force of the impact broke a few teeth making me spit them out along with the blood that came after.
"IS THAT ALL YOU GOT YOU WEAK PATHETIC SWINE THAT RELIES ON DADDY'S MONEY!"
I didn't care anymore I was revelling in my insanity.
Richard's cohort engulfed me and Richard glared at me with hate and rage. I felt like an immense weight had been taken off my shoulders. Richard then roared in anger and proceeded to punch me in the face profusely.
As he punched me, everything went quiet, everything went black, I felt like I was truly free. I felt every punch connect with my skull, I felt my jaw crack and contort, I felt my teeth being dislodged, I felt the blood pooling in my mouth. I heard their laughs, their sadistic laughs but I didn't care. The only thing I felt was bliss, the bliss of finally fighting back in one way or another. I've gone insane insane insane insane insane.
It's not so bad…
As the cohort of young masters took turns beating me, my world blackenning, I heard an eerie sound. The sound got louder and louder and my sight was returning. The first thing I saw was Richard looking at me horrified and terrified, and then his friends, the sound got louder as my ears became less muffled.
'Oh…'
'It's my own laughter…'
I was laughing, as they punched I was laughing, I was laughing a satisfying mirthful INSANE laugh. I didn't stop laughing, I laughed and laughed as I fell deeper into the abyss of insanity insanity insanity.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Richard, horrified, then proceeded to wrap his hands around the column of my neck and proceeded to strangle me.
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!"
As he choked me, I still managed to let out raspy laughs, my eyes bloodshot, my face contorting to a shade of purple. I laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed.
Krrkrkkrkkrkrkrkr
He choked me as I laughed— I didn't care until Richard's voice started to distort and lag?
"Fuc-krr ING sllll-afcve"
My laughter stopped. I looked at the world around me in shock and horror. The body of Richard was contorting erratically, different colours splurged from him as he glitched. I strenuously turned my head and I saw the same happening to his gaggle.
'WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!'
My dive into my depths of insanity was cut short and I was ripped right out of it as I saw the world around me crumble. Withering away into pixels. I watched in horror as I saw the visage of Richard glitch out of existence. I was glad he's gone but what the fuck is happening.
Within the span of a minute the world went black, all that was left was my floating, bloodied, broken and bruised body floating in a never ending sea of blackness.
Then a robotic voice played and its message shattered my concept of reality and my existence as a whole.
[ SIMULATION UNSTABLE ]
[ MANA FLOW UNSTABLE ]
[ ENDING SIMULATION ]
[ SIMULATION LENGTH: 16 YEARS 3 MONTHS 5 DAYS 2 HOURS 35 MINUTES 26 SECONDS ]
[ SIMULANT AGE: 16 YEARS 5 MONTHS 15 DAYS 8 HOURS 12 MINUTES 5 SECONDS ]
[ SIMULANT KERRIGAN WILL EXIT THE SIMULATION IN… ]
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