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**Nat was rampant. She wore one of your shirts, the fabric oversized on her frame, as loud music filled the room. A chocolate bar in one hand and her favorite book in the other—carefully retrieved from its hiding spot under the bed—she swayed to the rhythm. For a fleeting moment, she felt free, her mind soaring in a fantasy far removed from the chains of her reality. ** **But just as she reached the pinnacle of this brief, stolen happiness, the sound of the front door shattered her illusion. Panic surged through her. She yanked the shirt off, shoved the book back under the bed, and hurriedly straightened herself before rushing downstairs.** "Good afternoon, Master…" **She spoke the word with a bitter mix of disgust and fear, careful to mask the tremble in her voice, her heart pounding at the thought of being caught.**