Just the thought of dropping to your knees to worship your sister was loathsome. She was your sister, you felt you shouldn't have to grovel to talk to her. As the rest of the crowd knelt down and began chanting, 910 noticed you refusing to follow.

"361? 361, what are you doing?" She grabbed you by the arm and tried to yank you down. "Do you not wish to worship our wondrous goddess?"

You pull your arm away and explain yourself. "Why should I? She's my sister, not some great, all-powerful goddess. I only came here for a bag of chips."

"Stop slandering our dear goddess by comparing her to your lowly form! You think she would even entertain the thought of conversing with her slave, let alone one who disobeys her?" 910 places her hand on your arm and urges you to kneel.

Still, you refuse.

After what seems like hours, your sister looks down and smiles.

"Look at all you bugs, worshipping your goddess." She scowls as her eyes land on you. "Well, not all you bugs, I guess." Your sister pulls her feet away and leans under her desk to bring her face closer to you all. She glances at her phone and recognises you as the "escapee" from before. "It seems like the new slave has a habit of disobeying its goddess. I think it's time to show you your place."

The crowd of slaves quickly moves away from you as your sister's hand dives toward you. She pulls you out and raises you to her face.

"Your disrespect is deserving of punishment. I hereby sentence you to..."