Brinley
I was numb. I'd gone into town, as required, and returned with the list of supplies Lena had given me. It was dark. I trudged up to the two bedroom rundown house. Lena stood in the little kitchen and barked, "Once you put away the supplies, strip and be on your way. Your clothing will remain here.
Each morning, you will report to me, get dressed and go to work. When finished, you will return, get undressed and get out of my sight."
"Yes, ma'am," I mumbled. I kept my head down. I didn't have to look at her to know she was smirking. She was thrilled not to have to deal with me anymore and even more excited at my suffering. She took special satisfaction in my pain.
Silently, I put the supplies away and walked into the small bedroom I used to call mine. Tears washed down my cheeks
