Jonathan’s POV
After last night it almost feels surreal that I am still being able to stand and wash myself. There were two other slaves in this house other than me. One of them was Brock and the other was, I did not know his name but he was fairly young and they were hell scared of Mistress Tiara. She was sleeping right now and I knew that it would be a grave problem in case she woke up and found that he was not clean.
I barely have time to knock on the edge of the outer screen door of the bathroom before she has the inner door open. I start to open the screen door when she comes a foot forward from the shaded interior to stand in the sunlight doorway, in clear view of the street and opposing houses.
“I hear that you have been a bad boy, Jonathan. I am really not pleased at that.”
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