"You can touch my tits in exchange!"
Lorraine cleared her throat, the sound rasping like dry leaves scraped across stone, pain flaring in her raw vocal cords. Her broken voice trembled in the air, its meaning a mystery even to her.
She couldn't grasp what those reckless words had unveiled. Just a week ago, she'd overheard a maid caught stealing in her father's sprawling mansion. The girl's voice had quivered as she whispered those same words to her stern supervisor. Lorraine had watched them, hidden behind a curtain, as she always hovered around, unnoticed by the people in the mansion. The supervisor led the maid into a shadowed room, and no punishment followed. He even started to treat her better after that.
Back then, her life was a cycle of pain and beatings. She'd have done anything to escape them. Now, years later, she understood the danger of her words to a lesser man. At the time, they'd been meaningless noise said to avoid anger and punishment.