The Maid

Emily dutifully washed the dishes after the Al-Assaf family finished their breakfast. Living as a Parisian maid, after years of chores for Broadus, seemed like a dream come true. But the city was browner and blacker than it had been, and Emily was buried deep into the brownest part of the city. Her employers were Monsieur Al-Assaf and Madamoiselle Al-Assaf, who spoke no English voluntarily. They had an 18 year old son, Suleiman, was an unrepentant pervert who lifted up her skirt as an amusement. They mostly barked orders to her, and she'd picked up enough simple Arabic to complete the menial tasks provided. But they all looked at her as a possession, both menacing and arousing at once.