James Little walked up to the young kitchen maid and as she withdrew from Clause grabbed her other arm quite roughly, making any attempt of escape futile.<br/>"When the master summons you you do not refuse or make excuses. Whether you are a thieving whore, or just a regular whore is certainly not of any significance."<br/>It had long been Mr Gordon's policy to hire young women from various orphanages, young women having been taught to have few expectations in life other than at best to find a husband and have his children, who had been educated only to the extent it was necessary for them to carry out household duties and be good subservient wives. Leanna Thomas was no exception from this rule.<br/><br/>Mr Gordon had also made a habit of finding any reason he could think of to punish these young women in the harshest of ways. It could be for as simple a transgression as to having dropped a fork on the floor to his favourite, theft. His favourite form of punishment was to first strip the young woman naked and then himself. The woman then had her wrists bound and tied to a hook from which usually hung a lamp in the centre of his bedroom before he beat her with either a riding crop or a five foot single-tail leather whip. The positioning of the woman allowed him to walk around her and strike her from all angles. Every time he metered out this punishment, which could go on for hours, he sported a most impressive erection and often ejaculated as well.<br/><br/>Often the women then had their wounds tended to by either James or Clause and were then kept confined in a large walk in closet of sorts that could only be accessed through the master's bedroom and his office. There they served as his whores for as long as it amused him after which they were promptly fired and sold off to employers in different cities.<br/><br/>Jamie was at first too preoccupied with searching for her friend  but also with taking care not to step in certain spots to avoid rousing the ghosts of those who were once buried underneath the floor to notice what was going on with Dr Thomas but when she heard the older woman speak in an almost childish voice:<i>"No please." ... "I haven't seen anything, only the master..."</i>, the spell of Su-Ji's voice was temporarily broken and she turned to look at the pair behind her.<br/><br/>Seeing how Dr Thomas movements suddenly seemed more mechanical she realised that the hauntings had begun for real. It was no longer just an enticing call to draw them in. This, she knew from past experiences, also meant that there was no turning back, at least no easy way, no safe way. The trick, if one could or even should call it that, was to stay one step ahead of the house, know its traps. In many ways it was not much different from The Zone with the exception that there was no reward waiting for them inside the mansion, only misery, despair, fear and waking nightmares.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="44874" data-username="@SurreptitiousApple" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/44874/">@SurreptitiousApple</a><a class="username" data-user-id="34307" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34307/">@Colonel_Liam</a>