meal

As Alexander and James made their way to the dining table, the atmosphere in the room grew tense with anticipation. Benjamin and the other slaves knelt naked on the floor, their heads bowed in submission as they awaited their master's arrival.

With a sense of authority, Alexander took his seat at the head of the table, James following closely behind him. The other slaves remained kneeling, their eyes fixed on the ground, afraid to meet their master's gaze.

"Rise," Alexander commanded, his voice echoing through the room with a commanding presence.

With a sense of relief, Benjamin and the other slaves slowly stood, their bodies trembling with a mixture of fear and anticipation. They knew better than to defy their master's orders, understanding that disobedience carried consequences far worse than they could imagine.

As they took their places around the table, Alexander surveyed his slaves with a critical eye, his gaze lingering on each of them in turn. With a sense of satisfaction, he noted the fear and submission in their eyes, knowing that his authority over them was absolute.

With a flick of his wrist, Alexander signaled for the meal to be served, and the slaves hurried to obey, moving with practiced efficiency to set the table with food and drink.

As they ate, Alexander watched his slaves closely, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and contempt. To him, they were nothing more than playthings, puppets to be manipulated and controlled at his whim.