He had a wonderful night with his foreign colleagues and some of them joined him in his hotel room later on, where they drank a lot of water. Or was it Vodka? Anyway, they drank it like water. He was now sitting behind the little desk, trying to survive the unbearable daylight. There was a knock on the door and the maid entered. “What a terrible mess,” She snapped. He almost laughed, but his headache told him not to. He got up from his chair and was just about to say something uplifting, when She slapped him brutally hard in his face. His knees buckled and his head almost exploded. “What the f-” She second slap was even harder and he staggered through the room. “You’ve got one hour to clean it up,” She hissed. She kicked him in the groin and down he went. He lay sobbing on the floor as She grabbed his hear and pulled his head back violently. “I don’t need whips, canes or ropes to make you obey, you little piece of shit. I tear you apart with my bare hands.” Maid in Heaven, you see.