Somewhere in the back of Tracey’s mind she knew that this was outrageous, maybe they might expect this from a slave girl but not a free girl surely, but ever since she’d started eating that damn slave food maybe it wasn’t so outrageous after all, and it felt nice which was the important thing. Okay she was now eating two tubs of the food every day but she felt good. Each girl was expected to do a fourteen hour shift, seven days a week and to meet exacting standards while doing so, all for no pay and absolutely no employment rights! She lost count after fifteen and she knew she kept going long after that before finally falling into an exhausted sleep that only lasted three hours before she was woken by the alarm for work. The knowing look on Emily’s face had annoyed Tracey but she ignored her and took the tub off her when she came back with it.
