"Ivor Scivien." Lord Kadashan watched the man struggle, a smile playing on his lips. "You've caused us so much trouble." Blindfolded and bound in a straightjacket, there was no way our prisoner could escape. Armed guards were stationed both inside and outside the bright room. "I will escape, Kadashan. I will break free of these useless chains, and I will make you understand the true meaning of fear." The prisoner struggled harder, seething with anger. "No prison can hold me. No man will enslave me." "Says the man in a straightjacket," Kadashan muttered to me. "As if he's going to make it out of this prison alive." I continued to study the screen. There was something off about it all; something I couldn't quite identify. Ivor Scivien emitted …show more content…
He was blindfolded. How did he know I was here? "What is this game you play, Scivien?" I questioned. The evil genius laughed. "Dagger or sword?" He asked again. "Choose one, or another." I eyed the dagger strapped to my leg. His question was bait, luring me into a pit. I should not have answered the first time. Kadashan spoke into the microphone. "Answer the question of Justice. What is this game you play?" Ivor Scivien pondered for a moment. "It is a game, yes. A game—" a dark smile spread across his face. "Of time." The feeling of unease thickened inside me. What was he talking about? Nothing that the man said or did was good. His mind-games drove people into confusion and turmoil, horror and fear. "Choose, before it is too late," Ivor sang, swaying slightly in his chair. "Choose, or you will never hear another word from me." Kadashan slammed a fist onto the table. "What are you doing, Ivor? Answer me!" He roared. Ivor remained silent, ever smiling. Blindfolded, facing into the camera. "Ivor, why have you rebelled against the government?" I asked. Silence. I tried again. "Why do you hate the royal family?" No reply. Kadashan gave up. "He's not going to answer us anytime soon," he hissed, leaning forward. "We must answer …show more content…
I sighed and shook my head. "Doesn't matter. We have two more questions. Better make them count," I muttered. Sighing, I cleared my throat and spoke into the microphone. "What is your agenda against the royal family?" Ivor tilted his head to the side. "You would love to know that, wouldn't you? At the end of the day, that is all you care about. The royal family. Not the poor, innocent people of the land." My fist tightened. "Answer the question, Ivor." Where was he going with this? "Very well, princess," Ivor smirked. "I will answer your question. My agenda against the royal family is simple. I seek their total annihilation. I seek the destruction of the royal houses and its members." A collective gasp rose from the room. Not because of the casual way he spoke about his plan. Neither was it because if the treacherous words spoken against the royal families. Ivor Scivien had seem to forgotten that, he too, was a member of the royal families he spoke against with hatred. "Last question, Your Highness?" Ivor sneered. "Still in shock that someone will despice your dear, sweet family?" Kadashan decided he had heard enough. "Who have you been working with?" He
One day Yanek and some of the other prisoners had been moving camps because in one of the camps in georgia had been low on workers so Yanek and some other prisoners had been transferred by train for 2 days they weren 't able to eat or drink anything most of the prisoners had died on the way from dehydration. There was no room in the train the prisoners were in they had been squeezed together and no one wanted to say anything or they 'd be shot or beat to death. The prisoners had finally arrived at the other camp most of the prisoners had died but some were alive and as soon as they got there they started working same as the other camp all the prisoners do is work work work all day and get fed once a week but some of the prisoners would try to escape but they would never make it out alive. Yanek has never tried to escape and he has wanted to leave this place.
This part of the soliloquy shows us that he is committed into killing Duncan to become King. If he did not want to do it he would not have had such a detailed and realistic dream. In this quote he discovers that this dagger is a ‘dagger of the mind, a false creation’. He also said that it originated from the heat-oppressed brain’. This means that this thought came from a feverish and ill brain.
Therefore, the only way for servants to find freedom was following a reliable master. Both the monster and servants expressed their eagerness of finding freedom in
The prisoner was acknowledging that he had no power in escaping because in everything he tried to do to escape from being alone, he was either trapped or blocked. The prisoner had feared being alone and that was exactly what happened to him. The authors use of first person point
The room was hot with body heat and outside air seeping in through the thin walls, the smell of sweat hovered over everyone as they lay on the floor. If someone coughed or snored everybody could hear it, the next room too. Jewish families huddled together to sleep, inches from the strangers next to them. “Sardines! They must think we’re sardines!
“ THEN... THE… DEVIL” Tom was speaking. I then looked up. “Ooh… Thats why” I said.
Chapter 4 is entitled "The Cruel Hand," stemming from Frederick Douglass's quote in 1853 where he describes "a heavy and cruel hand" being laid upon the black man. In this chapter, Alexander describes how relevant this quote still is today. This chapter got me thinking about when a prisoner has served his/her time behind bars and they are finally "free," they are anything but "free. " They are almost better off behind bars because at least there, they have a place to sleep and food to eat. A prisoner is released out into the real world after serving time behind bars and they are immediately expected to provide for themselves.
“Yes, sir, he gives me enough, such as it is.” The colonel, after ascertaining where the slave belonged, rode on; the man also went on about his business, not dreaming that he had been conversing with his master. He thought, said, and heard nothing more of the matter, until two or three weeks afterwards. The poor man was then informed by his overseer that, for having found fault with his master, he was now to be sold to a Georgia trader. He was immediately chained and handcuffed; and thus, without a moment’s warning, he was snatched away, and forever sundered, from his family and friends, by a hand more unrelenting than death.”
“Sir, It’s worth dying to be free.” “That made Father shout.” “Free? Free to do what, Sam? Free to mock your king?
His voice was placid, almost amused, but his face was not. “Well, I’ve got better grounds than that, or grounds that suit me better. My clients are entitled to a decent amount of secrecy. Maybe I can be made to talk to a Grand Jury or even a Coroner’s Jury, but I haven’t been called before either yet, and it’s a cinch. I’m not going to advertise my clients’ business until I have to.
Many slaves fear even the idea of escaping because of the possible consequences that come along with it. Therefore, the escape of Frederick Douglass is relatively substantial. Douglass says he feels “like the one who escaped a den of hungry lions.” He feels fortunate to have accomplished something that not many have been able to. Unfortunately, his happiness is short lived.
In the past scene Macbeth is being hesitant in going through with the assassination of King Duncan. Macbeth has a moment where he talks to himself after he sees a floating dagger and says “Is this a dagger which I see before me/ The handle toward my hand?/Come, let me clutch thee./I have thee not, and yet I see thee still./Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible/ To feeling as to sight?or art thou but/A dagger of the mind, a false creation,/Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?.” (II.I, 44-49).
To Douglass the hope of gaining freedom, no matter how slight, was the only thing keeping him going. That without freedom, without liberty, life was not worth living. That he would rather have done something the slaveholders deemed punishable by death, to go out in defiance, then to live knowing there was no chance at freedom. The Theravada Buddhist monk, Bhante Henepola Gunaratana said,
Admiring the world for the last time, I accept my fate. Two guards come in the cells. Chaos breaks as mother is torn away from son, wives torn from husbands, brothers and sisters separated from each other. Those that were left were weeping. As we begin walking, we try to fight back but reinforcements come in.
I knew as well as I knew anything that the oppressor must be liberated just as surely as the oppressed. A man who takes away another man’s freedom is a prisoner of hatred, he is locked behind the bars of prejudice and narrow-mindedness.” “A man who takes away another man’s freedom is a prisoner of hatred,” this talks about everyone is not free. Not even the people who are taking away another man’s freedom. It’s a never ending cycle of oppressed and oppressors.