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Hadley gripped the seat, the last of the fish finished off. The question was a little puzzling to him. The punishment came because he took what wasn't his. Slaves didn't own anything, he'd been told that over and over again. Nothing was his own, not even his life. His master would dictate if he lived or died. That was how his life went. Nervously he looked at the ground, unable to find words to explain properly what he was thinking. He didn't want to be struck for talking too much. Dodging the question could be bad as well though, taken as disrespect.
Before he managed to untangle his tongue the large male moved on. Hadley was startled to hear that he wouldn't be punished. Hearing that he was to replace the food he ate Hadley nodded eagerly. that would be great-if he could hunt. Hadley had gone on some hunting trips with his family when little, catching the occasional rabbit and such. In the city there had been no need for that hunting however, always able to deal away a drink or some drugs for food. With Amy he hadn't been trusted to hunt, leaving his skills extremely rusted. No... Sebastian hadn't punished him. He just wasn't sure what was expected of him.
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