Why I Became Me Part 4
Why I Became Me – Part 4I made my way back to the house, my body aching from the punishment Mr West had meted out with the crop. My shoulders, the small of my back and my buttocks stung from the beating I had taken, and the sense of shame and humiliation I felt in his rooms had not yet left me.As I entered the boot room it was approaching 6.30. The lights were off as I sat on one of the benches and started to take off my shoes. I heard a movement and looked up.“Good, you're back. Mr West phoned...