Chapter 26

A Good Slave

The plane landed smoothly at LAX airport, Becky rushed to her feet before James told her to. She half-ran over to him and walked behind him towards the flight of stairs.

They walked casually towards the car that would take them to the airport area, she stayed silent, with no one to talk to, not James not even Timothy. But she didn't care, now all she needed was a sense of calm in undergoing the three years of slavery that she had to go through.

"Becky, I need to take a warm bath when I get to the mansion, prepare everything for me, you already know what essential oils I usually use, don't you?" said James Miller as they got into a car that was speeding down a less crowded LA highway.

"Yes, Mr. Miller," replied Becky, nodding so cheerfully that James Miller frowned in surprise at her change in attitude.

"Did you just hit your head with something?" he asked with narrowed eyes.

"No, Mr. Miller