84: Willing to beg

In the few weeks I served them, I endured everything. The Delucas are spanish couple. Mrs. Deluca was kind enough to help me. I was put in their house, dressed, fed. I offered her my service and loyalty to return the favor. But as the days progressed, I noticed Mr. Deluca's weird stares and touches whenever his wife isn't around.

It didn't feel right. It wasn't right. But with no money and shelter, I missed that. Until last night. He ushered me into the bathroom of my room while taking a bath. If only I wasn't fast enough to grab the towel, he could have seen my nakedness. With the intensity of fear, I could no longer control myself and I told Mrs. Deluca happened.

"But guess what? Even my wife believes your nonsense, one apology from me, and we're okay. No matter what nonsense you say, you can do nothing. See? Your savior isn't around. She's out and you're here in your room, with me, alone and helpless. "

He walked closer. With each step, my heart pounds harder. With each word, the m