He found me homeless on the streets, now he wants me to be his plaything.
My clothes were in tatters, my hair a jungle of knots, I was skinny as a twig.
What did a powerful boss like him want from me?
He could have just left me to die.
I was nothing.
Now, under his love and protection… he’s my everything.
How do I repay him?
I’ll do anything he asks.
I owe him my life.
But he demands so much from me.
His needs are so enormous.
What if I don’t live up to his expectations?
Will he punish me?