Life Is Golden

You noticed another slave, younger than you, cleaning a window in short, jerky movements, trying to get done as fast as possible and not trying to clean efficiently. When you helped him and taught him that perfection takes a while, Master whipped you a long time, telling you not to make others take longer.

You haven't spoken a word since then. Not even to Her. She smacked you around a little Herself, but after a total of twelve hours and not a word from your lips, She gave up.

It's been three years. You don't remember the sound of your own voice. Your hearing has grown dramatically, as has your sense of smell, and you have to admit, you're happy...well. As happy a slave can be.