The next few days pass slowly as Tessa and I keep our heads down, playing the roles of obedient slaves as she suggested. It grates on me, having to act subservient to the vile Chavo after he's put us through so much torment. But I know Tessa is right - we must bide our time and pick our moment to strike carefully.
Chavo seems to delight in our meekness, though I can sense him studying us closely, looking for any signs of defiance. He parades us around his estate, setting us to arduous tasks like scrubbing floors or tending to his prized hunting dogs. All the while, he watches us with that perpetual sneer, waiting for us to slip up.
On one such occasion, Tessa and I are brought out to the expansive grounds to care for Chavo's pack of hunting hounds. As we are untying the snarling, slobber
