— You see how small and inferior you’re next to me. Look at those arms, I bet my forearm is bigger than your pathetic bicep. Isn’t it, boy?
— Yes, Sir! You’re bigger and better than me… — my voice sounded weak and obedient.
— That’s right, boy. It’s much better when you realize your submissiveness and accept my superiority over you, — he slapped me on the cheek twice, — Now, pick my towel and go refill my water bottle. You’re gonna assist me during my training today.
— Yes, Sir!












