Handmaids—Lust and Hate

Today I saw Of-Of-Ofjacob... I think. It doesn't matter. It's like she's trying to tempt me. I was cleaning the commander's 'private study', and she walked by, and looked at me in a way that seemed to say you-know-you-never-can-never-have-what-you-want-from-me, sort of look. They're all spoiled brats. All they do is do some grocery shopping every now-and-then, and try to reproduce with their commander. It's not like it's hard or anything, they have their life set, but it's like they think they're so much better than everyone else they can just try to turn us on. God, I hate those little pric-

Gilead and Beyond

I wear a stiff black uniform in order to show my prestige and power over all of the lesser humans (Marthas, Handmaids, eyes, guardians, and wives). I have naturally red hair, but I use hair dye that I obtain on the Black Market to dye my hair black, because red hair does not look as formal as black. Whenever I can, I smoke the ciggarettes that I get off of the Black Market. I always dream that one day, someone will notice how good of a job I'm doing, and promote me to a Commander; I have always dreamed of leaving this role of an enforcer of the law. My worst nightmare is that someone will discover that I am actually a women.

-Angel Regenold