Armed with a single hoe, he stormed the master's house himself.
What happened next eluded him. It was a flurry of shouts, blood, and wrath.
When he snapped back to his senses, he found himself tied up, with his hands covered in blood. He was secured to a wooden peg with a rope a few feet long,
He looked up to find himself surrounded. All the people of the town, slave and free alike, surrounded him, as though they had not seen the like of him.
It was oddly familiar.
Standing right before him, the master looked down at him, angry and furious. A bandage was wrapped around his right eye as the left one burned him until his glare.
He felt some satisfaction at seeing that he managed to wound him and sneered mockingly. Glaring back, he spat the blood pooling in his mouth at him.
If he was nothing.
If he was just going to die like his mother.
He would at least make sure to slight this man as much as he could.
There was nothing to hold back anymore.
