By Hard Slave
It started with small requests, beyond my job description. Soon I found myself serving as his personal assistant, picking up dry cleaning, making his dinner reservations, covering for him when he didn’t want to see someone. The pay was good so I didn’t mind. Then one day my landlord told me I had to move out, someone in his family wanted my studio apartment. With nowhere to go, he took pity on me and said he had a room in his basement, complete with an en suite bathroom that he could let me have for free. Well, not exactly free. I had to agree to continue my role as his personal assistant in his home. I’d be at his beck and call 24/7 I realized, but I didn’t have much of a choice.
He showed me the room, it was unfinished with a concrete floor and with no door, it was open to the laundry room and basement stairs. the bathroom didn’t have a door either and the bed consisted of a twin-size mattress with no frame. But it was better than any alternative I could think of, so I agreed. He made me sign a lease to make it official, he said, even though I wouldn’t be paying any rent. I said sure and signed the paper without reading any of it, I was happy to have landed on my feet.
