You lie

"No. I'm not a virgin," you declare, stamping one bare feet defiantly.

Smiling, Hannah stands up and walks over to you. You shiver in fear as you realise just how tall she is.

"Liar."

She takes hold of the arms of your glasses and gently lifts them off your nose.

"No!" you immediately protest as your whole world turns blurry, reaching out a hand to where you think Hannah is stood, but your hand touches only thin air.

"Come on Samantha, back to work," Hannah says, slapping your arse and eliciting a squeak from you.

"But...I can't see..."

"Maybe you should have thought about that before telling a filthy lie. You'll find some pizzas inside: cook them for us."

Reaching your arms out in front of you, you stagger towards the house, fuzzy shapes moving in and out of your line of vision. You note that your hearing was better...but that didn't help you spot the outstretched leg of one of Hannah's friends. You trip over it, fly forwards and land painfully, roars of laughter echoing in your ears.

With tears in your eyes, you climb back to your feet and stumble the rest of the way into the kitchen.

xxx

You press your face close to the oven, trying to make out how to change the setting and temperature.

It had taken you a long time to locate it and even longer to find the party food Hannah had talked about. But eventually you had managed to spread some frozen fries into baking trays and removed pizzas and garlic bread from their packaging.

"How's it looking, Sa-" Hannah's voice made you jump and causing you to bang your head on the oven. "What have you been messing about doing?!"

"I can't freaking see anything!" you retort as you rub your head.

You heard footsteps approaching before Sam hauled you to your bare feet and dragged you over to what turned out to be the sink.

"How dare you use language like that?!" Hannah demanded, forcing your head under the faucet and turning it on. "Wash your mouth out!"

You buck and try to wriggle free as Hannah forces a bar of soap inside your mouth.

"Pls stp!" you gargle, repulsed by the taste.

"That depends. Will you talk to me with more respect from now on?"

"Ys! Ys! Ys!"

"You will call me mistress, or miss Hannah, from now on. Understand?"

"Ys! Ys!"

"Yes, what?" Hannah was determined to make your **** last as long as possible.

"Ys, ms Hana!"

"Good."

The moment Hannah released you, you stagger backwards, spitting the soapy bubbles out of your mouth and breathing heavily, your blonde hair, face and torso all soaked.

With a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, you return to your work. When all of the food was inside the oven and the door was slammed closed, you sank to the floor. Burying your face in your hands and your eyes burning, you finally allowed the tears to flow.

Only a few hours ago, you had been looking forward to a relaxing holiday. Instead you had been robbed of all of your clothes, dignity and even your sight!