"Tave iyutrekyr iv Zia"

[Caffeline]

An old-style flimsi book wrapped in leather and secured with an old but serviceable genetic lock. Kaasian make, but the writing inside seems nonsensical; at least until a key is discovered on the inside cover.

I will kill him.

I will kill  him.

I will break his hyoid as I choke the life out of him. I will pull his vertebrae out through his nostrils. I will crush his balls under my heel until they pop.

And I will laugh.

His son is lucky I did not break more than his nose. How dare he expect me to 'fall in line as a servant should'! Saying that I still count as their property because I'm not a "full" Sith yet.
Even worse was when he expected me to 'perform' like some kind of pet; using the Force to show off to his guest.

So I demonstrated on him. Shoved him into the wall with the table and all the drinks smashing into him. For some reason, he didn't like that..

I don't think I'll see out of my left eye for a few days. At least my hair will hide it...somewhat.

And after all this time, I still feel so -weak-. I have learned so much, done so much...and yet I am no better than the rest of the cadre. What am I doing wrong?

At least I managed to grab as much tea as I could hide.