Buttslut, formerly known as Catherine, sat cramped in a small closet, hunched over a tiny desk. Her hands shook slightly as she diligently wrote, pausing every now and then to collect her thoughts. The dim light filtering through the crack under the door cast a somber glow over the paper in front of her.

However, this wasn’t some desperate letter, begging for rescue.

It was just part of the humiliating routine that Hailee had imposed on her since the second evening in captivity. Every night, Catherine had to compose a 500-word letter for Hailee, extolling her beauty, intelligence, and superiority over Catherine herself. She had to detail everything she found lacking in herself, ensuring each sentence reinforced Hailee's control over her.

Even though it was only her third letter, Catherine struggled to come up with new ways to phrase her subservience. Each word felt like another surrender, another chip at her dignity.

Catherine's hands trembled as she held her letter, the ink smeared slightly from her sweaty palms. She approached Hailee's door, the large, ornate handle cold under her fingertips. With a deep breath, she knocked softly.

"Come in," Hailee's voice chimed from inside, casual and indifferent.

Catherine pushed the door open and stepped into the large bedroom. Hailee lay sprawled on her bed, her attention absorbed by her smartphone, fingers swiping effortlessly across the screen. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the small lamp beside Hailee's bed, casting long shadows across the room.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Catherine felt the weight of her humiliation bear down on her. She cleared her throat softly. "Miss Hailee, I have the letter," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hailee didn't look up, merely nodded her head slightly to acknowledge Catherine's presence. Taking this as her cue, Catherine unfolded the letter and began to read aloud.

"Miss Hailee, you are the epitome of beauty and intelligence. Every day I am in awe of your grace and charm. In contrast, I am nothing but a wretched, ugly, and foolish woman. I can only aspire to serve you better, to be worthy of your presence..."

As she continued, Hailee's eyes remained glued to her phone, the occasional flicker of amusement crossing her face. Catherine's voice wavered, each word feeling like it was scraping against her throat. The degradation was suffocating, each sentence a reminder of her abject submission.

"...I am unworthy of your kindness, Miss Hailee, and grateful for the opportunity to serve someone as perfect as you," Catherine continued, her cheeks burning with shame. At the mention of 'perfect,' Hailee let out a short laugh, the sound cutting through Catherine like a knife.

"Keep going," Hailee said, her tone absent but commanding.

Catherine swallowed hard, the humiliation choking her. "I am constantly amazed by your intellect, your ability to see through the complexities of life with such clarity, while I fumble and fail at the simplest tasks. I know that I am undeserving of your mercy and can only hope to learn and improve under your guidance. I know I am a disappointment in many ways, but I am committed to improving myself to serve you better. I am grateful for your patience and guidance, and I strive to be more than the worthless creature that I am. Thank you, Miss Hailee, for allowing me the privilege of being in your presence."

As she finished, a heavy silence filled the room. “You know, Buttslut”, the young woman put her phone down and looked at Catherine, her expression unreadable. “…with how much you adore me, I might start thinking you’re my biggest fan.”

Catherine's face flushed with a mix of humiliation and anger at Hailee's audacity.

Hailee stretched luxuriously on her bed, her smile widening. “Well, that’s enough fun for tonight. It’s time to go to bed. You know where you belong.”

With a casual flick of her hand, she pointed to the small pet cage on the floor beside the bed. Catherine’s stomach churned at the prospect of soending another night in the crammed space, but she complied. Hailee leaned over and locked the door with a satisfied click.

Catherine’s days were a relentless cycle of tasks that consumed her from dawn until nightfall. One afternoon, Hailee beckoned her to her side in the expansive bedroom, where the muted light filtered through heavy curtains. With an air of casual indifference, Hailee informed Catherine of her impending absence. "I'll be gone for the next two days with my friends," she stated nonchalantly.

As the spoiled teen lounged on the bed, the 41 year old mechanically began packing Hailee's suitcase, folding clothes with precision.

A rare moment of solitude presented itself when Hailee left momentarily to fetch something from another room. Catherine's heart pounded as she seized the opportunity, frantically searching through drawers until her trembling fingers closed around a stack of bright yellow sticky notes.

With barely contained panic, the captive slave scribbled a plea for help on one of the notes, her hand shaking as she wrote, "Help. I'm being held captive in this person's house. Alert the authorities." She concealed the note in her palm, fingers clutching it tightly as she hurriedly replaced the pen and the remaining notes in their original positions.

Hailee returned, oblivious to Catherine's clandestine act, and they descended the grand staircase together, her servant carrying the meticulously packed bag. Just before stepping out the imposing front door, Hailee turned to “Buttslut” with a last instruction delivered with condescending authority, "Obey my mother while I'm away."

In that fleeting moment, as the young brat pivoted away, Catherine swiftly pressed the sticky note against the underside of the bag, where it adhered discreetly.

Catherine's heart pounded in her chest as she knelt on the soft carpet of the opulent living room, feeling vulnerable under the gaze of Hailee’s mother.

"I trust Hailee has made you aware of your duties," Madeline continued, her demeanor cool and calculated.

“You are here to serve our household with absolute dedication. Hailee may have her whims, but I have expectations. Your primary task is to ensure that every corner of this estate gleams with perfection. Do you understand?"

Catherine nodded, her eyes downcast as she tried to suppress the fear rising within her.

“Good," Madeline acknowledged briskly. "I expect efficiency and discretion from you.”

As her temporary mistress paced back and forth, Catherine's thoughts raced. She couldn't shake the anxiety about the hidden note she had slipped under her bag. Would it be found? Would it reach someone who could help her escape this nightmare? What if Hailee found it first? Had the risk been too high?

"Am I understood, Catherine?" Madeline’s voice brought her back to the present moment. Catherine lifted her gaze to meet Madeline's intense stare and nodded again, this time more firmly.

"Very well," Madeline concluded, her tone dismissive as she turned away. "You may begin your tasks.”

Throughout the day, Catherine's mind was a tumultuous battleground between fear and hope. As Catherine carefully placed Madeline’s blouses into the huge closet, her movements were methodical, almost automatic. In her mind, she kept on praying for her plan’s success, that at any moment, the authorities would arrive at the house to rescue her from this nightmare.

And suddenly, the loud sound of a door swinging open could be heard from downstairs.

to be continued.