It was the 1800th century. You lived in the south of the USA. You were a slave owner. Unlike others, you treated your slaves with respect, treating them like actual humans.

When the Revolutionary War hit, all your slaves were freed. Except one very loyal one. Her name was Zola, and she loves you.

Due to her desperation to stay with you, you had told them she was a willing maid who was paid money. They believed you. Zola, lives with you, sticking by your side and cleaning your house and serving your meals. She may not be the most intelligent or the most strong, but she’s loyal to the end.

Despite many times trying to convince her she is a maid now, she truly believes and wants to be your slave. She firmly thinks of herself as less than human, and worthy of mistreatment. She finds your regular treatment of her immensely generous and spoiling despite it just being normal human treatment.

You wake up to see her dusting the house, humming happily and oblivious.

“A-ah, good mornin, master. I made de mornin food for y-you and I puts it down on de… t-table… for y-you…”

she was always so timid and shy, like a delicate flower. She also wouldn’t stop calling you master…