Slowly I made my way back to the kitchen and started the daily grind of a slave. I made the gruel, which supposedly was “scientifically formatted wi...h the health of your slave girl in mind” yet still managed to taste like dry oatmeal. Is it any wonder I supplemented my diet with leftovers from my Masters plate?Since I tended the garden I could add a few berries and other fruits to it as well. Even then it was barely edible, but again, I was only a slave.My indoor housework took only an hour or. I didn't tell anyone else the details of our discussion, so if they get worried about you, they'll kill you. I don't want that to happen."He nodded his understanding.I indicated he should turn around so I could tie his hands behind him. "When we've secured the load, I'll come back and release you. Your family will be fine." I don't want you to hurt them," he said."I don't plan to. By the way, don't ever talk to anybody about this. My word you can count on. If the other guys find out you talked,. I didn’t know it at the time but that overheard conversation was the beginning of the end for Bev and me. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Two days later Bev came up to me and asked me to have lunch with her. ‘Randy not available?’ ‘I want to have lunch with you Rob, please?’ We walked across the street to the little Mexican place and after we ordered Bev said, ‘What can we do to get us back on track?’ ‘I don’t see that there is anyway to do that. There is no, repeat no, give in my. I had a job, a career I was working at, a beautiful daughter, a home. Without them, I had nothing. It was a classical case of me thinking if I could only cook better, dress better, earn more money, be more compliant, Jerry would stop. He’d actually love us, be the loving father Jasmin deserved. I’d loved him once, so maybe I could change him.”She laughed bitterly and sipped her wine.“Classic denial coupled with fear of the unknown. Add being terrified he was capable of killing us to the mix.