Things returned somewhat to normal after that. I needed some healing time before returning to the regular slave duties, so Mistress put me on yard maintenance. I mowed the grass and trimmed the hedges along with everything else required to keep the estate looking elegant for its patrons. But after two weeks I was back to my normal duties.
Then just before lunch one day, Carlos and Diego came into the dorm. They cuffed my hands behind my back and took me directly to Mistress Rosa’s office. When I walked in, I knew I was in serious trouble. Ralph Turner, the British diplomat, was seated in one of the chairs. A knot immediately formed in my stomach.
“Mister Turner has filed a very serious complaint about you.”
“You said you’d give me a good report,” I told him with a bit of attitude.
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