Today I met that stupid Handmaid again. She averted her eyes immediately, as she should. She always goes through the correct routine, but she never seems fully respectful. There always seems to be a hint of irony in her eyes, as if she is laughing at me. Why is she laughing at me, is it because she thinks she's better than me? Is there some twisted, insane belief in her mind that she is worth more than I am? I hope not because if I felt the need I could send her to the Colonies in a second.

She would have to be replaced, but perhaps her replacement would have more of the proper respect.

Still, I need her, as much as it pains me to admit it. I need that little slut to bear the children that should be mine.

I suppose I have to resign myself to it.

Curse this stupid world for making me barren. Life could have been so much better...

But now Handmaids are an unwanted necessity. However as much as I need them, I will make sure that they never feel welcome, for they are trespassing on MY domain, and while I may give them a trinket or two, I will always make it abundantly clear that this is my home, and they have no rights.