A sliver of light seeped through the door crack.
Jose scoffed, swirling his wine glass and disdainfully tossed me a bottle of disinfectant. "Eating things out of a garbage can is too filthy. Hans, you must maintain hygiene, or I won't dare to use you."
I picked up the disinfectant at my feet and bent to thank him gratefully. "Thank you, Sir."
Still, Jose showed no sign of leaving. Instead, his gaze was intensely fixed on me.
I understood immediately and nodded, turning to the nanny's room to pour the entire bottle of disinfectant into the bathtub. I stripped off all my clothes and scrubbed myself vigorously with a steel wool pad.
My skin instantly bled and the entire bathtub was filled with a gruesome mixture of blood and water.
As the disinfectant soaked into my skin, I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from letting out a single cry of pain. My entire body felt like it was being stung by countless bees, pricked by a million tiny needles.
Just as I became overwhelmed by the pain and was about to pass out, Jose mercifully spoke. "Get dressed after you've washed yourself clean. I'll take you to a nice place."