"I, I, I..."
Ivan's face was twisted in pain, clutching his stomach as he curled up.
"My stomach hurts too much, I must have eaten something bad, the food here is too rich!"
Ivan looked at the corner next to him, grabbing his waistband and trying to walk towards it, as if about to take off his pants.
"No, no, you can't do that here! Otherwise, the overseer's whip will make you wish you were dead!"
The old slave immediately shouted to stop him,
"There's a toilet over there, that's the place to go, hurry!"
"Alright, alright!"
Ivan shouted back, the pain in his stomach preventing him from thinking, and he quickly ran to the toilet.
Once inside the toilet, Ivan glanced around and, seeing no one, the painful expression instantly disappeared.
He looked outside briefly, and after confirming no one was around, he quietly took out a piece of cloth and began drawing something with charcoal on it.
