my family had recently bought you as a maid. Mostly my father's decision. I didn't know about you when I came home from school to find you in the kitchen. You were my age, maybe younger. Yet you were hear dressed in an overly sexual maid uniform (probably my father's choice) cleaning my shoes. I didn't question it until I found my father beating you because you missed a spot on his shoes

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HER?!"