Once the shock of what happened finally subsided, I got up and went to get myself cleaned off. I felt and smelled so nasty I couldn't stand it. When I found the bath house, it was brought to my attention that I could only use the bath water that was left over from Master's latest bath, and I could dry off with the towel that had cleaned him. Needless to say, though all the mud and other unpleasantness had been washed off, I still smelled like pig. If anything, I thought it was the best I could do, and at that time, we were all called to dinner.

The meals provided to us certainly weren't lacking. Master had the best chefs in the area cooking for him, or at least he had slaves who were gifted in a culinary sense. During the meal, I was introduced as the newest addition to the brotherhood, and I was ordered to come up and thank him for being so generous. I did as I was asked, but it wasn't like I bowed down and groveled before the much larger pig. I was still sore from what he did to me, and I wasn't about to forget it. Apparently my rebellious nature was amusing to him, so it inspired him to get to know me better. He ordered me to come to his room at sunset for a little game. Since I had nothing better to do, I took him up on the offer.

When I got to Master's room, he'd begun setting out a checker board, saying he'd gotten it from an old shop, not really knowing much about how to play. I told him I used to be pretty good at it, so he decided to make things interesting by proposing a wager. If he won, I would be his personal slave, doing everything for him, for an entire week. If I won, he would leave me alone and even call me by my name for a week. If anything, I figured it would give me enough time to figure out how to escape from this place. So, sore rear and all, I took a seat on a little stool and began to play.

The beginning of the game was going my way, but I have a feeling Master was just giving me false hope. In one elaborate move, he completely demolished me, leaving me in shock. I had lost, meaning I would have to do anything and everything he asked of me, without complaint. As much as I hated the idea, I was always a man of my word, so I would have to honor our wager. Besides, if I didn't, he would obviously give me another penalty. Still feeling the effects of my last one, I didn't want that. If I didn't accept the fact that I was a slave before, I would certainly have to now...