I assumed today was going to be just another ordinary day: lying dormant in the sun for most of the day, while watching the slaves work. I was rarely needed, because the slaves knew their place, and they knew it was foolish to try to disobey their master. When I was needed though, I loathed the master for using me for such foul, dirty work. I found out I was needed today, by the approach …showed first 75 words of 323 total…

…showed last 75 words of 323 total…had no choice but to continue, as I could not fight back. When it was finally over, I saw how raw the slaves flesh was, and I felt his pain. I again wanted to apologize, but couldn't. I could imagine exactly what it must be like to be a slave. I lived the same way: I was forced to do things that I did not want to do, without any control over my own existence.