Lost Mafia Princess

The bright sun, your only clock, streams through the hole in the attic roof, jolting you awake. Your body aches from last night's punishment – forced to stand on broken glass. You quickly assess the damage, knowing any visible injuries mean missing school again. The memory of your 'sir's' fury, the slaps, the kicks, the belt, sends a shiver down your spine.

Quietly, you prepare breakfast, mop the floors, and do the dishes, movements slow and painful. Just as you finish, loud banging erupts from downstairs, startling you. Fear grips you – what did you forget to do? Master will be furious.

You drag yourself down the stairs, wincing with every step, and open the door. Standing there are three figures: two police officers and a woman from social services. Your heart pounds. Are you in trouble? One of the police officers, a kind-faced woman, speaks, telling you they're here about your 'stepparents'. She introduces herself as Inspector Dyna and the others as Inspector Wilson and Miss Grace. They ask to come in. You step aside, allowing them entrance, your mind racing with questions and a growing sense of dread.