The overseer's expression darkens.
"There's no gentle way to say this, ****," he says. "These are some of the worst results I have ever seen. Possibly even the worst. You failed every category of assessment with just about the lowest scores achievable."
Your whole body trembles uncontrollably and you collapse to your knees. Tears fill your eyes.
"And Master thought you showed so much promise. He will be very disappointed to see these results."
You realize that the Man who sparked the submissive fire in your belly--the Man you wanted to serve for the rest of your life--the Man you wanted desperately to think of as your Master--will probably never bother with you again. You do everything you can to keep from whimpering.
"What's the matter, ****? You had to have known that you failed miserably."
Honestly, you didn't. You had tried your very best to make it through all the various tests, and while you know you did not perform perfectly, you certainly seemed to perform better than some of the other slaves.
And then a realization strikes you. Perhaps this is yet another test. Perhaps how you respond to being told you failed, even when you may not have, is another assessment of your **** potential. Then again, perhaps you really did fail. Or perhaps the point is to see if you have the drive to serve, and you should ask to be tested again.
"Do you have anything to say before I determine what happens to you next?"
You have three possible courses of action. First, you could question the overseer about your results and try to learn why you failed, if you really did. Second, you could accept the failing results but ask to be retested. Or third, you can remain silent and accept whatever happens to you.
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