Restbreak

The elderly work-slave in the quarry is only permitted to rest from his hard labour for a few seconds – and even then only so that he might respectfully kiss the feet of the visitors to the quarry. Oh how humbling for him! Oh how deeply humiliating for him – to have to kiss the feet of those who have come to gloat over his nugatory sweat and toil in such a barren landscape! But he has no choice, of course, other than to be respectful – since his taskmistress’s brown leather bullwhip is never far from his bent-over back!