It’s a story about a maid being raped by a servant.

Adult content: All depicted characters are adults aged 18 or older.

I was working hard that day for my husband. I had my black hair tied in red ribbons, and I had my clean maid’s clothes and white eyebrows and thin black stockings. I was out in the garden, and I was splashing water on the wet roses in the morning. The drops of water were shining from the flowers and hearing the birds sing, and it was very calm.

When we were preparing tea in the kitchen, the smell of tea floated up on our silver trays, and then two trusted servants came up to me and grabbed my arm roughly. I was surprised, but I was blocked, and my arms were tied tight with a rope. I was pressed on the table, and the skirt of my maid’s dress was tied tight, and the straps were pulled together, so I couldn’t stop crying, and I couldn’t get my mouth together, so I couldn’t hear my voice.

Then I was forced to go to the party, while the chandelier’s light was shining in a gorgeous hall, and the guests were raped in front of me while they were laughing with their hands. The feeling of being pushed into my mouth and the pain of being pierced, and my body was getting so hot in my shame that I bit my lips so I didn’t make a voice, but I couldn’t hear it, so I couldn’t see everybody looking at me.

Finally, I was taken to his bedroom with a thick leather string wrapped around my neck and knocked down on my bed. My black hair was sweaty, ribbons were falling off, maids were falling out of the cloth. My stockings were broken, and they were hanging down like a broken cloth. At first it was painful, but my head was white, and I didn’t feel like it.