A Year of Slavery

I was made to sign a complete confession and even had to sign a contract stating I was willing to become their slave for a period of one year. Mrs. Winston was present at all the meetings. Many times I would catch her looking at me in very strange ways. This always sent a shiver down my spine. She would look at me as if to undress me with her eyes. Several times she would look directly at me and comment how she could not wait to get her hands on me. How she would make me beg. How she would make me scream.