The thirteenth day of Christmas

Lucky number thirteen, huh? I actually managed to read some yesterday. I'm feeling a little more prepared for my exams now. Did I mention what I'm majoring in? No? Right, sorry bout that! IT! I know, crazy, right? Who in their right mind would major in IT in a world of magic. Just, hear me out! So, magic as you may know requires a certain resource called "mana". Mana isn't your every day electricity either! It can only be conjured by living, breathing Magis! Here's the neat part. Every magical item has been imbued with mana from a Magi directly! There's actual Magis working at an assembly line making magic items. They're usually poorer Magis who's parents could never afford to put them through magical school. Poor people! Imagine having literal MAGICAL ABILITIES and being stuck as an assembly worker. Their only job is to add mana to items. The really talented Magis then form that mana into a function. That's why they're so damn expensive, each piece is hand made. Which is all the more reason for me to appreciate this calendar! It's just hard, you know? Considering all this *vaguely gestures at herself* stuff going on with my body. You really couldn't be more subtle with those asterisks? I wanted to add it for dramatic effect.. You're lame, book.. Stupid too!

What was I talking about? Right! IT! Now that you know just how long of a process it is to make magic items, it's no wonder technology is still important, right? Think every office in this world runs on magic? Think again! That's were I come in. Or.. Will come in, once I've graduated and gotten a job of course..

I'll be right back. Just gotta open this gift real quick! It's another brown one :(

A ring! I got another ring. No note though. I'd be cautious putting it on, if I had any choice. My other ring unfortunately has a mind of it's own. Ring of commitment, really wish I'd been wiser when putting that thing on. Anyways. Nothing notable has happened yet. Maybe it's another fun, harmless item? Like the bunny ears and outfits! I'll talk to you later. Gotta do my yoga and pick up tomorrow's gift.

I feel like I'm about to die. Vomit. EXPLODE. I did something unforgivable. Something I can never take back. It wasn't my fault though! I SWEAR. Okay. Breath Sophie. Here's what happened. I went down to the store, right? To get groceries and stuff. Then I went to the post office. All going great! I wasn't even sweating or horny or anything. Then, as I left the elevator walking back to my apartment I saw him. Mr Finch. He wasn't leaving or entering. Just standing there, in the hallway, waiting.

I tried to ignore him. I still got butterflies though. But when I reached out to unlock my door, he called my name. I don't EVER recalling giving it to him.

He told me to come on over to him. I didn't want to of course. Key was halfway turned when I turned it back and out again. I unwillingly went over to him and asked him what was up. I tried to be casual about it, but I was panicking inside. Why couldn't I control my actions? Then he asked me to COME INSIDE HIS APARTMENT. Yes! Guess what? It was just as greasy and messy as you'd expect.

When I got inside he asked me to sit down. I didn't really have a choice so I went into what I assumed was the living room. The couch was riddled with clothes and old pizza boxes. Yuck. I had to remove some stuff just to find the sofa pillow!

He then joined me and told me some heartfelt story about not being gifted enough to program magical items. Remember how I told you about the assembly lines? He worked at one of the local ones! Turns out he'd graduated to become a "programmer", but his higher ups didn't like his ideas, so they demoted him to assembly line worker. His pay was cut and his wife even left him. This was like ten years ago or something. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost. I still felt like a hostage in a really REALLY dirty den.

He then showed me his workbench. Said something about making his own enchanted items. When I saw it my heart dropped a hundred feet. Right at the corner of the bench was a very familiar brown paper. See where I'm going with this? The brown packages, they were from him! He admitted to swapping out my packages when working his shifts at the post office!! My boyfriend hasn't been sending me any of these shitty gifts, it's all been Mr Finch. Oh, yea. He asked me to call him Brian, so I guess that's his name. Only to his face though, which is why I can still refer to him as Mr Finch when talking to you, book.

He told me about the "gifts" I'd gotten earlier. The one with the tan is the reason I'm sweating so damn much! It's transformed my skin into a permanent tan that will sweat whenever I'm what he considers to be "overdressed". What an absolute PIG.

The lenses were his plot too. They weren't just lenses to turn my eyes blue. They change how I view people. That's why I've been having this crazy crush on him for the past few days, it's the lenses! They also made it so that I don't feel anything when looking at my boyfriend. I could cry. I REALLY don't want to do this right now, but the ring of commitment is forcing me to report about the calendar. It does however NOT have jurisdiction over the brown packages now that I KNOW that they're not part of the actual calendar.

Here's the biggest problem though. The gift from today, the one I didn't think did anything? It's called the ring of obedience. Yeah! That's why I couldn't refuse him in the hallway. That's why I ended up doing what I did. And the reason I won't be able to keep myself from opening the brown presents from now on.

Okay. So about what I did.. After he had his little villain reveal moment he wanted to "show me how powerful and mighty his items were", so he ordered me to suck his cock. Right there in his apartment. Obviously, with the ring of obedience, I couldn't say no. I obeyed. When I got to it he asked me to take of picture for my diary thing, that's you! Apparently he's been using spells to spy on me for a while now. Even before the whole calendar thing. That's why he knew to swap my packages.

Here's the picture from earlier. I REALLY don't want to add it here, but I have ****. He asked me to after all..

You can barely make out his fat disgusting gut in the picture. I wish I could say that I hated every second of it. I truly do. But a part of me also loved it. After all, I only have eyes for Mr Finch now. I'd be lying if I claimed to have been ****. It was, after all, ME doing all the effort. I could've got up and left if I really wanted to. But deep down, I wanted to do it. I started crying in the middle of it. Of course I did. I cheated on my boyfriend after all.

Despite crying though, there was a part of me that liked it. Being completely subservient to him.

I'm sure it's not a natural response! It's got to be those eye thingies he sent me. I feel attracted to this man, like crazy. It's only natural that I'd get some enjoyment out of doing sexual stuff with him. But I swear I hated it. I could've thrown up right then and there, but that would have disturbed the blowjob, and thus the order he'd given me. Honestly, I don't even think I would've even declined, even if I wasn't wearing the ring. It's hard to imagine though, when it didn't happen like that..

I'm going to bed early. I'll probably cry myself to sleep, if I can even sleep at all. I have to go back there tomorrow, he told me to. He also told me to bring the clothing bracelet. I'm really not looking forwards to finding out why..