Chapter 10
a purpose
“Yes, my lord,” Vincetruce mumbled, his head still handing lower than his shoulders.
Nelia shook her head. She had never liked to receive her punishments, just or not, but her mother had punished her more if she were to hang her head too low. Lower one’s eyes, of course, you must know your place, but never lower your head so low that it diminished you in the eyes of the Punisher. It would only make them want to punish you more. Strangely enough, it was true. She had seen the cruel light in people’s eyes brighten at the groveling of others. Human nature was cruel, Nelia knew that. If one made themselves seem less than a bug, then the rest of the surrounding people would treat them as such. And what does one do eventually with a bug? One squashes it.
It was very good
