HONE, MY PRISONER **me and Hone*

[Murcielago]

"It looks like I wasn't clear enough.
I don't wish to work for you. We are talking about your LIFE buddy.
You didn't take my words serious, perhaps it is time that I try something else."

I stretched my hand for knife that was hanging on my belt.
I looked at sharp blade that started to glitter on light.
In singl blink of eye I made 3 inches long cut on his chest.

** horrible scream got out from my prisoner**

Finally screaming ended. Blood was on his jacket.

My voice was low and ice cold.
"Well Buddy, this is your last chance for good offer."

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Lords will rule their land as they see fit, and the serfs shall merely beg.