“Where have you been?” my Mistress angrily asked.
“Just looking around. I watched some animals and checked them out. You didn’t have to worry. Where do you think I can go. All I have is these sweat pants. With no shirt and no shoes, I couldn’t go that far. Besides, I have no ID, passport, credit cards or money. Where could I go?”
“You got here from Singapore, didn’t you?”
“Yea, but the guy who kidnapped me there was stupid. I was lucky to run into you. I was running out of options.”
“You’re right. You were lucky. Other traffickers may have sold you into forced hard labor or worse. They’d think you are too old. The big money is on the young.”
“Look, I didn’t find anyone in the house. The door was wide open and I took a little walk, but I came back. I’m sorry if I upset you.”
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