“I am your master John! Untie me this instant.”

“Master?” Salar asks in shock.

“It is I.”

“What has happened?” he asks as he unties your bonds.

“I was tricked. You must not say a word of this to anyone. Go and get me some clothes – not slaves attire but that of a freewoman!” You give him some coins from your dresser.

“Yes Master,” he stutters.

“Call me mistress. And if anyone asks… I am John Lemures sister, Rahasia Lemure,” you say, wondering why you had chosen such a feminine name only after he had left.

Now that you have time, you consider what to do next.