Ask for raise/advance for cure

“Angus, I’m sorry for my absence yesterday, but my mother is gravely sick and coma bound now. I was trying to find a way to cure her, but I need help. I humbly ask that you give me a raise and a forward on my wages so that I may purchase medicine. Or if you could purchase it by courier- she has only days left.” Her tone was sincere, but he cares little.

His large fishy fist slams her to the ground. “Stupid idiot. You stupid fucking bitch. I employ you, you peasant not fit enough to cook our food, and you ask me this? Fine bitch. But now, I own you.” Then the belt came off, the one holding the large loin cloth over his scales.

“Please, this isn’t what I asked for!” Havilah cried with wide doe eyes.

The crack of the belt lashed onto her pale skin welting her fair rosy complexion.

“Come in late to MY shop bitch! I could have you gagging dick in the latrine for a gold piece, you remember that whore! You asked for this! I know a whore when I see one and I knew one day you’d beg me! Say you’re sorry! Go on and admit you’ve always been a whore!”

Under the lash, she lied, hoping for and end to the pain. Sobbing and wailing she said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ve always been a whore!” The words disgusted her, everything about this was debasing.

Angus Cod buckled once more, then slapped her ass on the way out.

“No more disobedience whore. Now back to work.”

-1 Dexterity, -1 Wisdom