"Stop your bitching and do as you're told," she snapped sternly, reminding me of my place within this soap opera. I was the low man - or low something - on the totem pole. I could expect to be treated nicely on occasion, such as last night, only she reminded me that whatever luxuries I could expect were up to them. They would decide if I should be happy or miserable and it was not up to me to question their motives. She reminded me that I was their property to do with as they pleased.
"Fine," I grumbled and swallowed the pills I heard a key in the door lock and looked to see Jeanne casually enter my apartment as though she owned it.
"How come you have a key to my apartment?" I asked sheepishly.
Nobody bothered replying and I felt lost again. I had lost control of my life and these bitches now had it. Apart from the physical changes, they took my job, my car, and now they could come and go as they pleased in my apartment.