Offred, one of my most dispicable handmaids.

Offred is a new handmaid here with us at the Center. She always seems lost in thought, in a world of her own. I could see fear written all over her face. She did not want to be here, and yearned for her loved ones. I tell her, "Think of this as being in the army."

Now that she is here, it is my responsibility to teach her the norms and ways of the Gilead society, "The Republi of Gilead, knows no bounds. Gilead is within you."

Offred looks at me as if she understands. I wonder to myself is this a person I can rely on to please us all? I know my true feelings for this handmaid. I want to tell her wrong, brainwash her with false ideas. I dont not want her to fulfill her duty. I hate all those who have the very gift I desire. I look at her, forcing a friendly expression of my face telling her, "You're going to get better you know."

During our lesson I sheepishly tell Offred important pieces of information. As I talk, inside I really hope she will forget my advice and do the exact opposite. I feel disgusted, helping these useless, good for nothing handmaids.

"Modesty is invisibility. Never forget it. To be seen-to be seen-is to be-penetrated. You must be impenetrable."
"Remember, for our purposes your feet and your hands are not essential."
"They made mistakes. We don't intend to repeat them."