I didn't know a lot about the man, in fact, I didn't know anything. A slave, I thought. I wondered if it was better than the life I had left at home, clearly, it was. I tried to struggled out of his strong grip. He was plump, and full as I had thougth earlier, full of fat. Instead, he was musclular and strong. To me, he felt more bolder in his presence. After being threatened and toyed with, I agreed to be his slave. I had to. After all, what differnce would my opinion make? I had to be his slave, or I would be a wolf's-head to the whole country and soon, the world.
I wonderd what the man would have me do? Where was his home? Family? Sure enough he was able to afford them, especially if he made me his slave. Peasants don't use other peasants as slaves. It's just not... necesary. I needed a way out. Somehow, even if I was his slave for 7 days, I would need to escape. I couldn't live my life like this. The man, after all, knew I was trying to find my father. Surely, though, he would keep me captive in his strond arms until I would convenant with him I would stay. I needed some sort of escape plan. I hardly knew how to write, read, or even draw! What use woul dmy own self be to me? I was a fraud. A useless fraud. Then it struck me, surely, if I'm a fraud-like slave, the man would agree that I was of no good use, and send me off. Surely, indeed. I was dropped on the humid but firery ground. I was told I would be his servent, listen to his orders, and obey his every command. I took a moment to think of the concequenes for running off. I had to object, I wasn't being caught on to and running would be my only choice. I s I opened my mouth to speak but my brain whizzed and twisted so know part of my body could operate. Surely, I thought, this was death.
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