This slave: Crushed.

[the handwriting of this entry is very shaky]

Mistress is still gone.
I never see Jake.
Frederick left...

All this I could handle, honestly I could...but...
I cannot handle this.

Master...is dead.

[tears stain the page here, and the shaky handwriting becomes nothing more than scribbles. Some of them can be identified, but for the most part, it is just desperate, unintelligible ramblings...until]

NO!
It wasn't good. He wasn't happy.
But now he's...dead.

By Melchior and Elbahn,
I miss him already.