Chapter 4

"Miss Whitney, please have a seat. Let her help you slip into your shoes. It's our exclusive service, guaranteed to give you the full VIP experience," the manager explained with enthusiasm.

I felt a chill run down my spine. I instinctively frowned, about to refuse, when Delaney's voice, muffled and resentful, came from below.

Delaney muttered bitterly, "Isn't this exactly what you wanted, Miss Whitney?

"Little by little, you break our spirit, crush our dignity, just to feel powerful over us... Isn't that what you enjoy?"

She paused, then looked up at me. Her eyes, no longer innocent, now glinted…