BRINLEY’S POV

I was numb. I'd gone into town, as required, and returned with the list of supplies Lena had given me. It was dark. I trudged up to the two bedroom rundown house. Lena stood in the little kitchen and barked, "Once you put away the supplies, strip and be on your way. Your clothing will remain here.

Each morning, you will report to me, get dressed and go to work. When finished, you will return, get undressed and get out of my sight."

"Yes, ma'am," I mumbled. I kept my head ...