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Now I need to spare a few minutes with you. Just for a short moment. I want you to imagine a tall building. You're inside it and you're on the 3rd floor. The inside is dark. So are the corridors. With only a faint light from your torch. You see a dark room with two men inside. One thin man is kneeling before the other, tears streaming out from his eyes and his voice trembling in fear. "I am sorry, Master. On what I have done. I beg for your forgiveness."
The other one grunted and kicked him in the crotch. He whimpered. "If I do, what would you give in return, you fool?" The thin man's sobs were muffled and he didn't answer. "Tell me!" And at the same time, the thin man screamed "Nothing, master!" The Master growled and shouted "What is the use if you don't give me anything in return?"
Silence.
"Are you mute? Don't you have a mouth? Cat got your tongue?" With each question, the Master's voice rose and rose. The thin man lowered his head and bowed down with all his heart. "Up." The Master ordered. "UP!" he shouted.
The thin man could only say "Master, there is something I have to tell-" but too late. His head was chopped. And blood wet the ground. "Kronos was right."
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I wonder why you had to highlight this.
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