The pain was wild. I shouted to all the throat, beaten in their path, wept. The pain tearing each body oglushala and escalated with each second. Last pierced foot boom, and master bow down. The feast continued its course, but to me, as if lost any interest. No concern is not my cries and tears. I begged me to spare, exempt from this torture. I can not describe what suffering they cause me to boom. But my pleas had no validity. I shouted, already, in my opinion, in their own language.

What do you people for? Smiluytes. Look at me. I can not long endure. Kill me. I know that all this sounds unworthy, but you do not have been in my place, then, does not condemn me. Frey and Hildegard sat beside the table and one of the few watched me. The owner enjoying spectacle. He approached me sometimes, korchaschemusya in agony, and beat your hands on the boom. The blood started leaking from wounds, it stopped again.

At the same time, Mr. and mutilated my face. Vision I pomutilos, I saw poorly Hildegard. If it only pity me. I never knew that the ruler's daughter thought about me after my confession. She sees me in contempt, only a slave, or God gave her soul is its beauty. After that punishment, I was so izmozhden both spiritually and physically, as the sick animals that crawl on the belly and legs lick servant, who was released on the morning of me.

Very long, I could not come in themselves. Titanime - irrealnost real. hiding in dark corners, close your hands, if someone approached. The owner in those days often ordered me to lead themselves and laugh at me. He showed me a bow, I fell on the floor, grasping hands over his head and shouted. His seizures my very cheerful, then tired, and he ordered me to finish watering another curative present. I popravilsya.7. If I could re-written, my presentation would be skinny.

But once the owner takes every roll, some rushes. My story about his arrows to amuse a little. You, however, thought that I killed you? Mr. explained that the meaning of this procedure is to defeat the nerve centres. Punishability almost always confident that the boom has been the first oborvet his life. But sometimes only the punishment ends his death, so if anything tormentors. Then last boom probivaet heart. In other cases chnotiau removed from the crucifixion polubezumnym substance, or who are about to die, or languish life humbly to frighten the animal.

The strength of youth and some come to help themselves - I was lucky. Although now in severe pain I start stutter. In one house I saw a slave, who suffered the same torture that I see. Most of all, he is afraid of his angry master of the word or opinion, nor with whom almost no talking. Now it seems to me that my life has neverbeen another, and slavery has always been my fate.

I heard earlier that slaves forget its past. Intolerable and humble all remember that can not change. If now the owner and muchaet beats me, this is not something wild, so it should be, I am his property. At least, I force themselves to think so, and I manage it all better. Once I saw the owner with friends staged a fitness battle. I had to hold his arms. I admire their techniques and endurance.I am going, how could reflect any strikes, to conduct the attack.

The owner of my wins came from all fights. It is difficult breathing, but was satisfied and ready to fight again. Look it fell to me. The thought that came to this moment in the head master, razveselila it. He pomanil me. I rushed, awaiting orders. The owner pushed me in the chest handle one of the swords and told to take it in their hands. Fight. His friends cried, outraged that Frey gives noble weapons contempt slaves.

The owner smiled. None of you have not been able to confront me with dignity. I saw how this office is fighting. Suppose that you will be pangs, if now he would be better to you. Swords Vikings our heavier, they direct, and handle felt in the palm of your hand in another way. But these weapons. My love and passion. I rassek air blade several times, and as if all the spirits battle snizoshli at me. I kinulsya to Mr, he barely had time to raise the sword, reserved.

He did not expect lightning attack. How could I forget this happiness - to fight when the body and mind sing and zvenjat as strings. I do not remember, as the owner was on the ground, and my sword to his throat. The Magic ended, I saw him and rushed to withdraw hand. Mr vskochil to snarl and fight continued. I almost did not he already resisted. Frey press me to the ground, rvanul for Dog-collar and rassek skin between the blades.

How is he angry. His comrades, of course, all seen, but to keep silent. The owner left the place in furious battles, I am under gloomy views Vikings poplelsya him. 8. Even history with arrows did not cure me of passion for Hildegard. What is harder gave me this love, the more power it must took me by depriving hopes for a peaceful existence. The only happiness that I left, my beauty is to see, hear hermelodious voice.

I was looking for these meetings, hoping to experience sweet flour. Fear of punishment does not stop me. I am not aware, which will lead my perseverance, I was still. I caught a glance at Hildegard and tried to understand what was happening in her heart, whether it is indeed spark sense to me. Maybe it was angry at me for my words or her anyway. And suddenly, a beautiful daughter ruler thinks about the unbridled slaves slightly m ore often than saw it.

Mr like to enjoy its full authority over me. I was silent, tolerated, realizing that do not have right now even alienate his hand. Although a few days ago we fought on an equal footing with one another. - Listen carefully, Skanda, you will be punished for any disobedience of my will. When entering me, you must bow. Sklonyat its head when you're also bound to any form of Viking. You understand me, office? - Yes. Slap in the face. - Talking with me, always adds the owner or gentleman. - Yes, boss. - Gromche not hear. - Yes, boss. I understood you, boss. I grabbed him. I will now most likely be assigned to him in force, still remained weak, but I do not insensitivity piece of wood, so that recension me and expect blunt indifference.

The owner told me to bring back the thigh and hands over his head. He sharply szhal my scrotum and dernul down. I vskriknul, more from surprise, and grabbed for a sick place. - Do not dare closed. - Cried boss - Your body no longer belongs to you, this is my property and I will do with him all that want. Hands over his head. - He again took a stick - now I will beat you, but you will be attacked. Posmeesh to reach out, I udvoyu punishment. Sobeshsya from the account - will start from the beginning. How did I was ashamed. Evenpainful pain went to second place.

Man beat with a stick on my genitals, and I stood before him, razdvinuv legs, hands grapple for the head, and through shipel stisnutye teeth. Once, two:. When my punishment was completed, Mr. pushed a stick, his face suddenly brought to my lips and kissed in. This is yet another shock led to what I suddenly burst out laughing. I was beaten, humiliated, and now a whole. And this is my hozyain.6. I tried to write about local life, like human beings and nature. Maybe I have turned out badly. The owner, reading, immediately kinul roll into the fire and said that he knew it, and without me. Write about the boom.

It was one of the most severe penalties, which I was subjected. To begin, all the same, with the reason why I was so punished. In the house of Mr. pomykat I started everything. I, for its part, made it clear that I am not satisfied. For all his life, I did not engage in any work, but war. My family is not poor, I have been very slaves. After several clashes with domestic steel me to be rather afraid. Managing complained Mr. He told kept me in pads and night, with lashes in his hand, explained to me my responsibilities at home. Now I have to obey any master servant, who is not laziness order. Strongly me still not adhering.

Basically, I used to taskat gravity, care for livestock, carry water for the kitchen. All this nudno and humiliating for me. So I tried to write and to at least do not forget the letters. Once I told attributed a large carpet in the room. I crossed the threshold and otsepenel. Over the table in the hall GDR is heavenly creation that saved me from death. I had never seen her more beautiful women. And I thought that I see shine again, it is surrounded. The girl noticed me, silly to shift from one foot to another at the door, and also to learn. - Ty because Skanda. Come to me. Already accustomed, nothing? - Uchastlivo wonderful blue eyes looked at me.

Yet no one has shown me compassion, a goddess to me so tenderly smiles. I could not give opinion and not even consistent answer. Be it nearly flush, I silently razglyadyval luxurious girls Dark blond hair, delicate skin, soft handles, rich clothes and jewellery. She just otkinulas, wearing a frown, but almost immediately laughed, exposing pearl teeth. - Yes statute so that you at me, hey? And here I bryaknul. - I love you. This woman robbed me of reason during our first meeting, and only in the presence of her and I did become a fool. In addition, I have not quite mastered his new role with a slave. At that time, I forgotten who I am and who she, and not even noticed that Frey is already in the room.

Apparently, it was amazing so brazenly my escapades that surprised his fury not be immediately replaced. Grim tone boss asked how I dared to express his bride is Hildegard. Word of the bride struck me. I, of course, made a mistake for mistake, but then I felt just that fought for a woman. I turned to Beauty. - Forgive my audacity, Madam, but I told the truth. It would be strange if it were otherwise. You are beautiful, like feathers. You kind; died when I was agonizing death, only you szhalilis unhappy over. Your face shines all the earth virtues.

I only slave, but if I gave the sword: - and here too I have been piled up with a powerful blow fist legs and beaten until unconscious. What are the sins I committed that fell that way, it is in this woman? So, on the boom. Do the Vikings have such fun factor. Crucify to be guilty of a broad-board for all to see and shoot him in archery. During this Labeled arrows are as important to get into certain places on the body in order to inflict maximum suffering, but not kill. Searchgals - the red boots. For me this is done at the next feast, as the number of entertainment programs. The owner announced that flagrant office dared to speak wo rds of love and daughter of the ruler of his future wife. I have no doubt that he would finish me. But the boom Enter into my body for the boom, but death does not come. Another boom probivala me a hand or leg, it immediately put something wetted cloth and stopped the blood. In protruding me for eight arrows, I did not believe his eyes.

I am no longer pay attention. True, a couple of times Campaigner, hihikaya, kissed me, and the office of anger pnul on foot, because I prevented him clean. Left alone, I tried to struggle to free themselves, dergaya rings and syak, all kinds of bending, but only finally exhaled, nater until blood wrist and nearly vyvernul imagine joints. Follow-clock became painfully. zatekla spin, infected bone, and I gave everything would sip of water. I tried to ask about it occasionally appearing in the Hall servants, but me or ignored, or spat in my direction.

Riveted by the wrist to the floor, I was forced to sit on his knees, bending his back. Account time was lost. If I tried to lie down, and it is noticed, it strikes me raised. From time to time came Vikings, that led me to the hall, beat whipping me on posinevshey already hemorrhaging from the back to ensure obedience. The time when I felt again approaching death. No beating I already could not raise its knees, although my torturers stitch me head on the floor, beaten on the genitals.

Thirst seemed to be burned my mouth. Reason, albeit with difficulty, still left me without having suffering. And it was the second time, when fate gave me a decent ishod.4. Even better - rumors gentleman, reading the latest record - and what you are not told, nor keeping urine as bile and istorg valyalsya in their uncleanness, as a pig? (You bet. But what I can do?) I demand reliability. You're obliged to present all dirty and painful for you the details. Now write, as has been broken thy will, and you call yourself a slave himself.

Listen, the landowner. Every time I saw then that person, it was for me a life-giving moisture, G©ventuels my lips. This slope should be me neizyasnimo face was so beautiful and surrounded by celestial light. A few drops of water joined me in the mouth and there protolknuli piece of bread. I was struck by this light, this beauty. Sperm shack movies - the red boots. Life is so power called me back, that I could not resist. Perhaps, just at the moment and I finally lost its broadcasting. Next to these celestial being, pozhalevshim me, stood Frey.

I almost did not understand their speech, but, with the words of my host, this was so. - Do you want to kill him? - Pridurok too proud. - Yes you only look at how beautiful creature. - I liked it, too, so I seized it, but boy was so stubborn. If not subordinate to me, even better sdohnet. - You always true, Frey. Give me napoit it and see. - Yes do what you want. But if the dryan will continue vykobenivatsya, I swear, released him gut. Brave face of the slope should be me again, cool pen touched my dirty face.

- You will serve its master? I wanted to see it, be in the same world, and that she, with her breathe one air, so I wanted to live. She saw this in my opinion and with a smile turned to Frey. I quickly returned herbal broth forces. Actually, I should say, people in these lands big plant connoisseurs. What is indeed a poison herb, which I was paralysed. Or scar on my cheek. I saw a lot of scars, holding weapons in the hands of six years. But this more like the ugly lizards. Mr. caused me to it, so I no longer attracted women's views.

I remember with hatred as he looked at me, then pulling a knife and polosnul me in the face of the temple to the chin. Blood instantly Hall me neck, a landowner in the wound became rub in some powder. I could not touch a person sensed but, as it burns. This is a gift from me to you - the owner will be pleased to consider the results - to get fat you rantula skin, and no one else look at your side twice. Then, seeing reflected in the water, and I did not want to look at it a second time. But it was later, but then I got together with three young men have led to the square.

Young people are most likely to have been captured in battle with neighboring tribes. We all proiznesli words, establishing our new status in this society. Every one of us vyzhgli mark on the chest of his master affiliation on the neck and sealed Dog-collar, now I will be compelled before the end of his life. I lost your name and freedom, hoping to buy: I do not know chto.5. If a Libyan soldier gives the word, he Keep it even at the cost of their lives.

Mr knew about this, so it was important to make my words. I - office, Skanda. The name of my master - Frey. Since then I have become a living thing, despises nichtozhestvo. I was taken to the house of my host and explained that I must be ready at any moment lead to his call and execute any order. He called me very shortly to start and hit several times on my head with a stick inducement. Beale he force sex, simply to cause me pain. Then I was trained. forced lie on the floor, stand, fall to its knees, get up again, kiss his hands, feet. Told me bare, was carefully considered, my body, oschupyvat it. Szhimaya all sensitive places, that gets him under the arm, the owner looked into my eyes, waiting, I vskriknu or not. This strange game he was, checking my resignation to him.