Chapter 14
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Examine the coin
You take a closer look at the coin, and see that it's an old silver dollar, dated 1879. A memory spills upward, unbidden...
“It's your last night with me,” Mr. Markley says, and though you know it's true, the fact is no less crushing. “You graduate tomorrow.”
“I - I know, Sir,” you whisper. Mr. Markley has considered this conversation important enough to demand that you actually be dressed for it, so you're kneeling in front of him in your school uniform - pleated skirt, white shirt, patent leather shoes. He smiles down at you.
“It's the custom here that all voluntary personal maids be paid for their services at the end of their stay here. Supposedly it's to mark the fact that you serve us voluntarily, as students, not as slaves. Personally, I prefer to view it as payment for a whore's performance. Open your mouth, slut.”
You open it obediently.
He places a heavy coin on your tongue, closes your mouth with his hand. “You're paid, whore, exactly what you're worth.”
The memory fades.