“Randi, how nice to see you,” she said with a snicker. “I like your outfit! Low-cut to show off your boobs and high-cut to show off your legs. Complete with 5-inch fuck-me stilettos. I can see that you have evolved as a sexy little slut. How nice of you to dress up for me.”
I did not know how to respond. Was Martha just playing with me and joking? Was she trying to make small talk to get me to laugh? I took a step closer to Martha as I was about to tell her to watch her tone around me.
Before I could respond, I heard the words “Randi Madison Bimbo.” I don’t know what happened but I could not move. I could not talk or respond. It was as if I was magically frozen in place. I could understand what was happening around me but I had no control over my body.
I heard Martha say, “Come with me, my little slut. We have a lot of work to do. Well, actually, you have a lot of work to do.” Martha’s words were like commands. She spoke and I obeyed. No questions asked. I remember eagerly following her like a puppy dog into her car. We drove off as she told me that I would be starting a new job soon.
We drove for about eight hours on the freeway. I had no idea where we were going. She told me that Erik had ruined her life by firing her and blacklisting her in the medical community. Over all these years, she was never able to find a suitable position to legally practice her trade. To get back at Erik, she had intended to put me to work to earn her lost wages.