As I crawled on my hands and knees along the corridor the chain rattled from my neck. I fell slightly behind Mark and he jerked it hard hurting my neck and then shouted, ‘Keep up, bitch.”
I wondered what the point of this ridiculous exercise was, but it wasn’t until I realised I was being taken into the dining room that I learned what was happening. It was Marks practice to have an early dinner, and then a supper later in the evening. I was led into the dining room, the table set and several of his men seated waiting for him, and he then sat at the head of the table.
I wasn’t sure what to do as he sat, so I waited, on all fours feeling stupid.
He told me, “Sit!”
I quickly realised I was to take my place beside his chair, like a dog. He raised his hand, and I swiftly took my place sitting beside his chair at the head of the table.
What followed was the most humiliating experience I had yet experienced.
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