Suffering Servant

Mr. Bernard attempted to pick up one off the cameras from the ground, stopping when he felt the pain in his leg. “Hey Arthur, mind helping your old man for a minute?”

Unblinkingly, Arther tossed Loraine away nonchalantly to the couch, making the latter yelp from surprise. When she recovered, she saw Arthur handing his father a camera. She leaped from the couch, trying to talk herself out of this mess. “Listen, I-“

“You were trying to spy on me? Getting some dirt on me?!”

“W-well, th-“

“Ohoho, do you have the slightest idea what will happen to you if I decide to report this, Dupont?”

Cold sweat started flooding from her back. She was already on her permanent nudity punishment for arson. If this was added to her sentence…

“But I’m feeling generous. I won’t say a peep…” Loraine felt dread at the way how Bernard said that. “If you’ll be our servant for every weekend coming forward.”

Arthur immediately let out a small laugh, while Loraine could only grimace. She couldn’t let him report her, but the idea that she would have to serve them! But she recalled that while Bernard did get the cameras, she did managed to place one on the bookshelf. If she served him, she might be able to expose himself on camera. She swallowed her pride…

Again.

“Fine. What do I need to do, Mr. Bernard?”

“First off…”