Looking down at the feeble young man, Josh slightly sneered when he didn't respond. For a moment, he was going to yell but he just closed his eyes, sighed and spoke with a harsh tone to his voice, keeping it low yet threatening to raise.
“Answer me!”
Opening his eyes, Josh walked a bit closer and scowled. “You are in my home, so I expect you to do as I say. And you shall call me Master, understand?” Josh asked, his voice sharp along with his gaze. He never liked newcomers, especially ones that seemed weak.
“Now tell me. What’s your name?” He persisted.
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