Whips.
Chains.
Torture.
Yael had experienced all of these until he turned into one of the exclusive servants like Hosea had said. He, along with the other males, was forced to be silent and obedient. Yael instigated himself to redraw from reality and let silence take over him. The silence was his refuge from the agony. From the pain. From the hell he was put.
Hosea was different, though. He was always smiling and was chirpy. He was the only one who can smile at the Lady and could muster to even speak. Hosea told Yael he was Lady Damian's first exclusive servant, which is why she treated him differently. It wasn't fair from the start, but Yael was used to it. He knew Patriargë was long fallen. He knew that she was right. He was born low, and he will always be a lowly filth for the rest of his life.
