Yes

Thought luck or the farmer being a deep sleeper I made it to the bed. The cruel master had no idea I was their, and with a quick movment I hit him hard on the head.

A loud off and I knew he was uncionsious. Of course at that moment I heard the GIMP wake up and make whining noises.

I turned to look at him the club still in my hand. The gimp recoiled in horror and began speaking through, "please master don't hurt me. I'll be a good gimp you can fuck me. I know where the evil man kept the deeds, if you don't hurt me you can be Master."

For a moment I felt this emotion in me. This thing? man? feared me. The ranch hands would fear me, and the animals would.