14th Aug 2014, 5:30 AM
in The Rite of Serfdom
They NEVER look like axe murderers

So for the next week, I did not. I let my self run out of food, abandoned my trap...By the thirteenth night, I was crazed with hunger. I staggered to the kitchen to eat that last piece of nauseating salted meat... I was in for a surprise! There was even a bowl of milk, as decreed by custom. I couldn't resist checking the Master's bedroom. My Lord turned out to be a giant of a man...but he didn't look like an axe murderer.
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