The disgusting blare of horn pulled me out of the few hours of comfort I had in my slave days like always and threw me into simmering misery.
If I have to say what the worst part of my slave days was, in the beginning, days, my answer would be the lashing, however later I learn, it was during these free hours that I had nothing to do other than get drunk in overwhelming miserable thoughts.
Anyway, I won't get into the depressive things and get on with the day.
It was only the sixth day, and I decided I would get the lashing today.
I still had five more freebies from the other earthlings. I guess alternating with the days I would get lashed, I could survive a couple of weeks, even with my injured arm.
Let's hope in that time my arm would get better and I would be able to earn my quota without others' help. Well, that was why I was working out, hoping to gain some muscle to do heavy work.
