Before leaving with the cup and tray, I did offer morsels to him with my own fingertips.. all of which he refused. Only to claim that the lady Slaver's sole intent for having left him food and water in the first place, was merely to taunt him. Should he eat and drink, he was sure he would be whipped for it.
"You will be whipped anyway," I told him rather matter of factly, for I know my Master, and I know Asia as well. "Is it not better to be sated and then whipped.. than to be whipped while still hungry and thirsty?"
Skewer.. that was his name, I believe.. merely challenged me with his eyes, still refusing what had been given him. Yet I shall not twist his arm, nor force upon him the most basic and fundamental needs. Instead I gathered the empty cup and the untouched tray of food.. and I left him to enjoy his own company down there in the darkness of my Master's wine cellar.
