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 of the master, as well as the slave watcher, pulling along a chained slave. I winced at the thought of what I would soon be forced to do.
As they got nearer, I prepared myself best as I could for what I would soon have to see, and feel, first hand. I wished I could speak to him, and apologize, for what would soon happen. I knew it was time, when the slave watcher had finished tying the slave, so he could not get away.
Scars of a whipped slave (April 2, 1863, Baton Rou...
A 13th century book illustration produced in Baghd...
English: A black & white illustration of a Persian...He grasped me firmly in his right hand, and raised me high above his head.
As he brought me down, I felt the flesh of the slave, collide with mine, and I heard his screams of pain. I had experienced this so many times by now, that I should have been used to it, but there is no way to get used to causing pain.
Again and again, I was forced to hit the slave, and hear his cries, wishing it would end after each strike, but I 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...