HIS MAID WIFE
Johnson's dress.
"You worthless filth! Can't you even handle a bowl properly?" Mrs. Jane seethed, her rage escalating. "It seems you're in dire need of a good beating. Don't think for a moment that I won't kick you to death!" Her relentless assault on my defenseless body began, her kicks mercilessly raining down upon me. Trembling and quivering, I continued to mutter apologies, but Mrs. Jane paid no heed to my pleas. Her friends, cruelly amused by the spectacle, joined in with laughter, their mocking voices adding to my anguish. Overwhelmed, I closed my eyes, allowing silent tears to stream down my face.