‘I know about your dad. I lost my wife three years ago and it still hurts. I really do mean it when I say I want you to be happy here. We all do. We...care about you. Now, just once can I get a smile?’ Apparently I couldn’t. Instead, she flung her arms around me and started crying. Stunned, I stood there holding her. A second later, she pulled away with a look of horror on her face. ‘Oh my god, I can’t believe I just did that. I am so sorry, I know that was inappropriate, please don’t fire me, I. I back into the bed, and feels his hand on my leg. Without any thought, my hand reaches up and slaps his face. I hear him cry out in pain, and then he pushes me down onto the bed. I try to back up, but he has my legs pinned against the metal bed frame.Without a warning, he leans forward and kisses my neck, then I feel his teeth pierce my skin. He pulls off my tank, and squeezes my breasts firmly. For a quick second, I relax at his touch, but soon snaps back to reality. He continues to squeeze. " Or would he simply say, "I know you are a slave, Jenny, now strip off those clothes, bend over, and grasp your ankles," and then use me brutally as the slave girl he knew me to be?I lifted my head slowly to look at Frank. He was staring intently at my body, which was scarcely hidden from his gaze. He smiled when he caught my eye. I lowered my eyes again, blushing. "Yes, Jenny, you are even lovelier than I had thought," he said softly. I lifted my eyes again and smiled, relishing his. "Berthold, my first time was terrible. It was messy and hurt a lot because I was so dry there. Thankfully, it was over in a couple of minutes. I did not much like the boy before, and certainly even less after. The others, two, were not much better for me. Or, perhaps, I was wrong for them, too. They also wanted me to do things, do things to me. Loathsome, foul things."From the map, I knew of a small spring quite close to our route and led her to it. "Karla, wash your hands."Bewildered, she did.