Re: Holding Pens: Jackson
What did it matter? Isaiah didn't know. A lot of slaves had at least one or two scars' especially pre-owned one. Still, something had spark an interest here. "Vhen I speak to you, you will look me in the eye." Isaiah demanded, leaning forward and grabbing the slave's chin. Yanking Jackson's face up towards his, he stared him directly in the eyes as he spoke. "What vas punishment for? There are always interesting story behind scars. Amuse me." Isaiah commanded, thrusting the challenge onto the slave's shoulders. He held Jackson's face tightly still however. Not allowing him to break contact as he answered. "If you lie, I will know and I will kill you."