Starting out as a Dragon Slave
Chapter 12: Example
Mordred opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
The foreman squinted, his gaze piercing like a white-hot blade.
- I repeat. Where. Are. Your. Stones?
The tension was palpable. Every slave's eyes were riveted on him, some with pity, others with resigned indifference. A man without stones... was a dead man.
Mordred felt his legs trembling under the pressure. He had to find an excuse. Quickly.
- I... they fell..." he stammered, his throat constricted.
The foreman didn't flinch.
- Fell, eh?
His voice was flat, cold, without a trace of belief.
Mordred nodded frantically.
- Yes... while digging... I... I wasn't paying attention...
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