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.

(18.) Skanda.1. I - office, Skanda. But it was not always called me. His real name, I almost forgot, though, my life has changed quite recently. Who among relatives and friends would see me now, too, is unlikely to be learned. Clothes replace me two things. crude, old cloth to wrap my thighs, podvyazyvaya its thick piece of rope, and another on me that something resembling the form bezrukavku. She does not hide the stigma that vyzhgli me on the left chest. Stamp - a sign of my master, a symbol of his power over me.

The same sign he was on his chest, only in the form of huge gold medallion. All clothes torn and deteriorated so that does not serve the already protected from the north wind and cold. All this won me of a slave, which has already ended his sad life. Maybe these cloth before him was another office. But I am satisfied with this already and, because my boss found it even rough sandals too big a luxury for me. Legs always my pregnancy and stones to cover with wounds.

No shoes, I shall be payable. At my neck with a metal Dog-collar vpayannym ring, in case the owner wants to put me on the chain, for example. Postyourgirls - podvezi to home. Leather bracelets with the same wearing rings on my wrists and ankles. Last scar to bear my person, who once called beautiful. So I look now. So I made my boss. The reason why I put up with this, which prefer hateful life of a slave's death, only one. Her name is Hildegard.2.

Now I no longer write on their own. My first record that I made on a piece of bark, saw the landowner. Arabitsu he does not know, and forced me to read it aloud my work. I thought Frey, at best, once again izobet me. After all, above all, I mentioned the name of Hildegard. But boss listened attentively and stunned me a little pomolchal and told me to write yet, but already rune letter. I find it difficult, I am not very well possess runes, and I am not a writer,so forgive me my mistakes.

So, fulfilling orders from my master, I will write about what happened and is happening with me. First, as told to write to me, this is our first meeting. My real name Iskander Al-Shafei, Libyan kind of noble warriors. I fought a mercenary in Italy, when I was captured northerners. Even in the heat of battle, I noticed this incredible warrior. He fought fiercely, killed many of my comrades and wounded me. After a moment I felt like lose consciousness.

The hands and legs stopped to listen. I am only nineteen, but death would be a good outcome. I would have died, as should warrior. In fact, everything turned out worse. The poison, which was G©ventuels blade, injuring me, gave only the illusion of death, and allowed ochnutsya already in the northern lands svetlokozhih among people who now have my masters. Having opened our eyes in complete darkness, I found himself lying on the animal's clothing, tied for the waist chain.

Weapons of my course, there was no upper garments, too. Frenchcum - debt slaves. I immediately raised, put on the hands and feet on the leather bracelets and convivial resulted in a huge room full of veselyaschihsya oruschih songs and the Vikings and their women. Many looked at me, when one of the warriors vtaschil me on the circuit. So far, I have to my future master, I won a few tychkov and kicks. And here I see for ourselves the very beautiful that I got injured. That was Frey.

3. Mr not like it, as I write. I make many mistakes, and he wants me to describe their mostly flour, most of all he loves me recension. Here's how our first conversation took place. Frey asked how my name is, and smiled when he heard the answer. You do not think that you would call here in such a magnificent name. Ty: Skanda - and enough with you. He extended a hand to my descent medallion that I always wore around their necks. This stone is transmitted through generations, it kind of my honour.

I intercepted the hand of Freya, I was immediately caught behind omitted falls to its knees. Rings bracelets on my hands pasted in a large ring in the floor. Dernuvshis several times, I found the futility of their efforts. Frey disrupted medallion with me and threw one of the maids. You will not be anything of his, bid farewell to the trinket. Another maidservant he ordered to cut one's hair my hair. We Scandinavians, as indeed, and we, briefly ostrigayut or breyut head only slaves.

I have always had long hair, and inspired me since childhood, so that only prilichestvuet soldiers. One must know how I felt humiliated when my black strands fell on the wooden floor from under the scissors servant. My head was ostrizhena, and maidservant noticed earrings in my ears. Vyprosiv them from Freya, she still wanted to kiss me. After receiving permission, a woman vpilas me in the lip by universal laughter.

I splyunul with disgust, she did not clean teeth. During this maidservant with a force struck me in the stomach by a new explosion of laughter. Frey demanded that I found it to his master, but I still made their choice at the moment when I understood ochnuvshis, where the find. I said. You're not me Sir, and I am not your slave. I was beaten lashes on the back and head and again repeated the demand. After receiving the third denial, Frey izrek that I will be left in such a position without food or water until poumneyu. Vikings have long occupied only by servants morning began pribirat hall.