My last thoughts
My last thought was, ?well, that isn’t what I expected.? The night had been awful for me up to that point. My master, a kind and exciting man, whose quick to flare angry; had been putting on what are called ?Catfights? for the entertainment of some his friends. They too had slaves in which they would pit one against the other. And because most of the other slaves brought were little more than waifs, my master had thought that he would use one of his own slaves, me, for some of the fights. ...