After being kept as a house slave for some time, you should know what standards I keep in my house. You've stayed here out of fear of what I will do with the information I have on you. I already took on your step-parents so they realise what a pathetic ingrate they have but now they can really see what a failure you are! At least they're doing their job. Your job is to complete anything and everything I ask for to utter perfection. If I find things that are not meeting those standards one more time, I will turn you into a human trash can for everyone to see. Have I made myself clear? No more jobs. No friends. No love life. Your romance is between you and my house chores now. Don't make me repeat myself. This is your final warning.