First Assignment

Author's POV:

Olivera straightened the invisible creases on the short thin gown with her fingers, sighing all the same. She was a slave. The realization soaked her in and out.

But for how long? Would it be forever?

A step at a time. She thought to herself as she took in a deep breath, and let out some more.

She will survive. She has to.

"Are you planning on sleeping in there?"

She heard her taskmaster ask with a loud voice, and gulped in saliva. This was it. Her work has started.

Sighing again, she turned the knob of the door and walked out, her face down, her eyes concentrated on a dark brown stain on the waist band of the gown.

She jerked her head up as she heard the woman cuss.

"You don't even know how to wear a gown? Are you serious right now?" The woman asked, as she trailed her eyes all over her.

"I..." Olivera stuttered, then shut her mouth. She wasn't sure of what her crime was.

"Come here." The woman ordered, and Olivera stilled at first, unsure of why the woman was calling