[ WP ] `` Why has Master summoned me ? ''

“ Why has Master summoned me? ” 
 
 A lanky brown-skinned man asked my father. It seemed as if he had not eaten for days, yet he stared through my father with a look of rebellion I had never seen before. 
 
 My father did not pay much attention to the man. He was sipping the last drops of his evening cup of tea in silence. The man took a step forward. 
 
 “ Why has Master summoned me? ” 
 
 He repeated. 
 
 “ It has come to my attention that a few of your friends tried to escape. It ’ s a shame what was done to them, they would ’ ve been real helpful come harvest. I need you to make sure nobody else gets out of line. ” 
 
 I always thought my father placed too much trust in the man, told him too much information. 
 
 The man took a step forward. He reached back into his waist and pulled a revolver. I will never forget the look of shock on my father ’ s face, as the man stared through him. I wanted to help but didn ’ t know what to do. 
 
 The man took a step forward. 
 
 “ Wait! ” my father yelled, right before he emptied the gun point blank in his face. 
 
 “ That was ten years ago, ” I said recounting the story to the man who killed my father. 
 
 I finally had him bloody, beaten and on his knees. I had pictured this moment in my head countless times, the suffering I will inflict, the satisfaction I will feel. It could have gone any number of ways. 
 
 “ Are you ready to die? ” I said and shot him in the back of the head.
