"The difference is Biblical slavery is owning a servant. The chattel slavery is treating them like livestock. Notice how you fixate on the owning and not the treatment."
"L-let me gooo!" Another vine shoots out and wraps around my mouth silencing me. He walks closer and I see something pink and long emerging from the lower half of his body.
I remember finding one of Daddy's books in the bathroom a few years ago when he left it once, and I promised not to tell Mom if he told me what it was. He said it was called porn, and then I had him explain what everything was.
I laugh at my own paranoia, I haven't done that in years. I've walked confidently through there for awhile now and I can't help but wonder what got to me. I shrug as a catch my breath, adjust my pack and start walking through the grass.
The Professor and Mom's warning float through my mind. Don't go into the tall grass, you could get hurt it you don't have a Pokemon with you. ' I smile, they worry over nothing, that's when my foot catches on something and I trip.
I fall flat on my face and groan. Ow, ow ow ow oww...the end of the story look at the video above ↑ ↑ ↑