Obedience has been my thing until this moment. Martin made it clear that he didn't want to see me in the basement again, but here I was, with a plate of food for the man he tied up.
I know I shouldn't be disobeying Martin, but sympathy for the man got the best of me. I can't just stand by and watch a fellow human suffer. He might have wronged Martin, but his way is not the right way to punish someone for their crime.
“Hey,” I said, my voice coming out in a harsh whisper.
The man's face was nothing to write home about. His face was swollen, his eyes were nearly invisible. Blood dripped from his head and clothed blood around his mouth and cheek. Just by looking at him, I could tell that he was in pain.
“Do you care for some bread?” I asked him, showing him the plate in my hand.
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