This slave sometimes has to work:
I heard cars come and go and the sound of people, laughter, talking, and walking over my head. i was kept in the basement. With a task to complete – to “keep me occupied” my Owner said. My hands were cuffed to a wide belt at my waist. I could use them but only with great difficulty and contortions to reach things. He pointed out a pile of bricks stacked at one end of the basement; exactly fifty i came to learn. He told me to move them to the other side of the basement and make a nice neat pile. And aching and sweating and hurting, i did. When i finished, i curled up in a corner, alone with my thoughts.