"Master please, Don't make me to do this. I can't" he was crying.
"You are loyal to me, ain't you!" still voice voice from dark side of street.
"Yes I'm, I'll be. But he's just 8, he's your 8 years old. How can I.." interrupted.
"Are you denying?"
"Requesting, master"
"It's required and you will do this" ordered and left into even in darker streets without listing his beg.
"But master, please.. "
No words then....
A Tap on his shoulder pull him out of his thoughts.
"Why aren't you eating anything?" Asked His wife, busy watching newsflash on television set.
"They killed the only son of our Master, and when our people started fighting back they call us terrorists!!! What a nonsense TV is showing" she kept spleening on news.
And tv kept barking its own news "hundreds killed including kids in bloody riots between two major communities in the valley..."
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