The new maid heard weeping beneath the mansion. Opening the heavy basement door, she found the missing wife, starved and chained. As gasps filled the dark room, the wife grabbed her hand, whispering, “Run before he hears you, or he’ll make you my replacement.” Suddenly, footsteps echoed on the stairs…

her icy voice echoing off the foyer walls. She didn’t look at me. She rarely looked at the staff, treating us as animated furniture. “If I see a single streak, a single speck of dust from your filthy world brought into mine, you will be walking back down the mountain barefoot. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered, keeping my gaze locked on continue reading …