She runs

Isabella's mind formed around a single, powerful thought. "Someting not right." she said outloud.

Jeff looked at her quizzically, but said nothing. They made eye contact, and Isabella knew that he couldn't see it. She darted back into the bedroom and almost put her oversexed maid costume back on, but hesitated. She needed to run, to get somewhere and make sense of all this in peace and quiet.

Isabella opened all her drawers, searching for normal underwear. The closest she could find was a pair of black lacy cheeky panties and a black pushup bra, and she threw them on. She searched through her drawers in vain, but couldn't find anything that wasn't clearly a maid's uniform of some kind. Reluctantly, she threw on the plainest uniform she had, a grey shift dress with a white collar that went to her knees. It would have to do. She slipped on her only pair of flats she could find and nearly cried in despair when she realized she no longer had any purses. She put on one of her white half-aprons with a pocket in front and dropped her phone and some money into it. She didn't remember throwing away her old clothes, but someone clearly had.

She raced through the living room and past Jeff, who was demanding something in English that she couldn't understand. It was only after she ran out of the house and down the street that she realized she'd left her ID card back at the house.

Isabella walked down the street in the middle of the night, shivering and terrified, but feeling her mind clear for the first time in more than a month. Something had gone really wrong.

She hailed a cab and after some translation trouble, managed to explain she needed a ride to the nearest hotel. The cabbie took one look at her getup and repeated request, "'otel, please, 'otel. puede llevarme al hotel?" she asked.

"Sure chica. Hop in."

As the cab drove, she felt her thoughts focus. Things had gone all terribly wrong. She was just supposed to clean her Mistress's- Ms. Hastings'- no, her little sister's house. Somehow one thing had led to another and she had turned herself into a Mexican maid. Something was doing this to her, she just needed time to figure out what.

"Mi name ees Elizabet." she said to herself. "No Isabella." Elizabeth felt a new wave of saddness wash over her. She couldn't even say her own name correctly, her accent was so ingrained into her. She pulled her phone out of her apron pocket and opened the internet browser. At a loss for any other ideas, she typed in 'how to stop brainwashing'.

As soon as she hit search, she felt whispers start in the back of her head. The whispers got louder and louder, and her head started pounding. She **** her eyes open. Elizabeth knew she had to figure out how to stop what was happening, even if she didn't know what was doing this to her.

The cab continued, and she was so deep into battling the voices in her head that she had no idea where they were.

The voices got louder. She could make out bits and parts now. "Isabella...Yo soy Isabella", "Me gusta limpiar...","Fuck me con tu gringo dick","No ingles..."

Elizabeth closed her eyes in anguish. She fought. The voices were not going to win!

"Miss? Can you hear me?" The cabbie said softly.

She looked up, her eyes meeting his. The voices had become silence. The sound of rain gently pattered against the car window.

"We're at the hotel."

She looked out, seeing the hotel he'd brought her to. It wasn't the cheap motel she'd intended. This was the nicest hotel in the city, the Ritz Carlton. A latina woman stood smoking outside the hotel, dressed in a maid's uniform. 'just like mine' she thought.

"That's $15 bucks."

She blinked, her moment of calm gone. She reached into her apron and paid the cabbie. He sped away, leaving her running for the door. He'd left her at the service entrance.

The maid smoking under the small awning looked at her. "You tfie tijsod new tiospd?" she said curtly.

Elizabeth just stared at her. She hadn't understood. "Sorry, you say?" She managed.

The girl rolled her eyes and said again in Spanish, "<<You the new temp, girl? You must be brand new to America, chica, if you can't even understand that.>>"

Elizabeth shook her head, "No, I-"

"<<What's your name?>>" The maid asked.

Elizabeth tried to focus. What was her real name? The brainwashing voices had confused her, but she was sure now. "I ees Isabella."

"<<Well you're a little late Isabella, but I don't think they'll mind. I'm Maria. You're doing the night shift with me. Some of the rooms today didn't get cleaned because Linda quit, so we have to get them ready for tomorrow at least. Follow me.>>"

Isabella followed Maria into the service entrance of the hotel. She'd been confused for a moment, but things made sense now. She was clearly here to fill in as a maid here at the hotel. 'I'd better make a good impression,' she thought, 'if they like me enough, I might get the job permanently.'