My slave, this worm at My feet, is an ungrateful bastard. I heard he was complaining to other slaves that I whip him too hard and I don't feed him enough, trying to convince them to break free, to run away. But he can't leave, he is nothing without Me, he belongs to Me and, even though he doesn't understand it all the time, he is happy in this position. Because it's where he belongs, and he should be grateful to be under My boot, to be accepted as My slave. I know he regrets it all now, but he will still be punished. My whip will teach him where his place is.