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He attacked me. This Hebrew slave lured me in to sleep with me.

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But I screamed quick.

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He went that way.

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Joseph was beaten and dragged to Potiphar by his hair. So this is how you repay my kindness? You are my master and my friend.

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Have I not earned your trust by now? I tell you, I've done nothing wrong.

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It's a lie. Lie? Please, you must believe me. You will rot in prison for the.

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Rest of your days. Hebrew, take him away.

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In an instant, Joseph was taken up by the guards and thrown into the royal prison where Pharaoh's prisoners were confined. Joseph was once again in the pit.

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Darkness engulfed Joseph both in his surroundings and within his soul. The prison, cut into a small hill outside Pharaoh's palace, was a place forsaken by the sun. By day, the cell remained in perpetual shadow. By night, the freezing desert wind howled through the barred windows. A slender beam of moonlight pierced the gloom, casting silver rays that danced feebly upon the damp stone floor as if the moon itself pitied him. Joseph leaned his head against the cold, wet walls and stared up at the slice of night sky. The monotonous drip of water echoed through the cell, a metronome of despair. Sleep eluded him, frustration gnawed at his heart, and he thumped his head against the wall, his anger directed at the silent heavens. So much for dreams. He glared at the moon, seeking answers in its pale glow, but the only response was the infuriating drip of water. He shivered, curling his legs to his chest silent tears streaming down his face. Years of slavery had hardened him, but here, in the bowels of this godforsaken place, he felt himself breaking. He had believed that faithfulness to God and diligent work would bring deliverance. He was wrong. Here he was imprisoned for a righteous act. Is this how you treat your faithful? My brothers are probably warming themselves by.

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The fire with my father.

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My master's wife is probably sound asleep in a warm bed.

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Yet here I sit, rotting in a.

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Cell while my victimizers laugh and run free. His voice echoed off the stone walls, a chorus of despair that returned to mock him. Joseph stood and screamed at the moon, his voice a raw, animalistic cry. No answer came, only the ceaseless drip of water. In a fit of rage, he hurled a stone at the wall and then collapsed, curling into a boar, weeping himself into an uneasy slumber. Joseph awoke to the sound of a door creaking open. A faint light pierced the darkness as the warden's servant entered, carrying a wooden bowl. He set it down and quickly withdrew. Joseph rushed to the door, slamming his fists against it. Tell him I'm innocent. Someone please answer me. The footsteps receded into silence. Alone once more, Joseph looked down at the bowl, a stale piece of bread floating in a few spoonfuls of broth. He took it to the center of his cell, where a small patch of sunlight provided a modicum of warmth, and ate his meager breakfast. The cell's rough walls glistened in the dim light, revealing jagged edges and sprouting moss. Joseph wondered if any of it was edible. The source of the incessant dripping was a small puddle formed by water seeping through the cracks. He spent the day pacing, examining every inch of his confinement. The sharp stones cut into his bare feet, forcing him to tear strips from his garment to staunch the bleeding. Eventually, he lay down, sprawling on his back, sighing in lamentation. Memories of his brothers, the pit, and his first night in the slave quarters filled his mind. Despite the horrors of those times, he preferred them to this endless despair. Back then, he had held on to hope. Now hope seemed a cruel illusion. Joseph's stomach cramped from hunger. When dawn arrived, he propped himself up, awaiting the servant's return. The door opened and the servant filled his bowl. Joseph ate greedily, licking every inch of the bowl. Clean tears mingled with the broth, and he wept, feeling more like an animal than a man. He wailed, but there was no one to hear his cries. His soul was a void of self pity and anger. Are these my days? Is this how I'll Spend the rest of my life. Night fell, and Joseph watched the moonlight flicker through the clouds. He thought of his tent in Canaan, the warm furs, the sweet scent of wildflowers. He imagined his mother's voice and his father's hearty laugh. He missed his father. He wondered if he was still alive. Closing his eyes, he drifted into dreams of simpler times. The next morning, he was up before the servant's arrival. As the door cracked open, Joseph grabbed the servant's arm. Please don't be afraid. I mean you no harm. The servant drew his sword, pressing it against Joseph's throat. In the flickering torchlight, Joseph saw the weariness in the young man's eyes. Raising his hands in surrender, he pleaded. I just want to speak to someone.

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I haven't spoken to anyone in days.

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The servant withdrew the blade, leaving without a word. The broth had spilled, the bread trampled. Joseph sighed and ate off the floor, his dignity crumbling with each bite. The only water to quench Joseph's thirst was the water dripping from the ceiling. Joseph gathered the loose stones and gathered them underneath the drip. He stacked the stones into a small, small well and covered the cracks with some of the moss he pulled from the walls. By the end of the day, the well was full of fresh water. Joseph cupped some in his mouth and smiled. It was the first gulp of water he had had in days. He could feel the cool water drip down his throat. It was a euphoric experience, and it filled Joseph with the simplest feeling of joy. Thank you, Lord. Joseph turned his eyes to the opening in the ceiling. He felt the warmth of the sun gently kiss his cheek. He gathered some more moss from the walls and made himself a bed. That night, he finally slept soundly. Flashes of his past dreams entered his mind. Distant memories of a more innocent time comforted him. The next day, he began to transform his cell. He smoothed out rocks to make a stool, created a bed from moss and vegetation and stacked stones as makeshift art. When the servant entered, he lingered, scanning the room with a curious gaze.

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Ah, it is you. I've kept my distance this time.

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The servant looked at Joseph for a moment. He seemed to be pondering something. He set the food down and left. Joseph shrugged and continued to work on his prison cell. Later, the door opened again. This time it was the warden himself, flanked by the servant. The warden, shorter than Joseph had imagined, wore a long linen garment tucked under a leather breastplate. He held keys in one hand and a leather whip in the other. Joseph's heart pounded as the warden approached the whip's tip dragging along the ground. I am your warden. You are my prisoner. You are nothing but a prisoner. Are we clear? Joseph nodded quickly. Good. Turn around. Joseph leaned against the wall with his palms exposing his back. He knew what was coming. He had been a slave long enough to know that whippings were a natural part of Egyptian culture. The warder needed Joseph to know he was in charge and willing to harm him. So he did. Seven lashes were given to Joseph. He had been whipped many times in his life. He never got used to it. The warden wiped Joseph's blood off his whip and tucked it back behind his belt. Without a word, he left. Joseph spent the night tending to his wounds. Best he could, he poured water over his exposed flesh. The coolness helped reduce the swelling, but it still stung like a swarm of bees. Joseph looked up through the opening. The sunlight had been replaced by the silver beams of the moon. Give me favor, Lord.

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Next morning, the warden entered his cell again. Get up. Come with me. Joseph rose, his back burning with pain, but he stood tall. The guards bound him and escorted him through the prison's narrow halls, lit by flickering torches. At the end of the corridor, a heavy wooden door stood flanked by 10 guards. The warden unlocked it, revealing a larger cell with multiple rooms cut into the rock. Over a dozen prisoners milled about, rolling dice, sleeping, talking. Joseph's heart lifted at the sight of other faces. He spent the day getting to know the prisoners. Many were former servants of Pharaoh or his officials, victims of circumstance like himself. Some were from the stables, others were military aides, and some of them were cooks. It was a comfort to speak with others, to share his story and hear theirs. The conversation dulled the pain in his back and the ache in his heart. As the weeks went by, Joseph had done his best to make himself useful. He built a well inside the cell, as he did before he wove beds of moss and leaves from the vegetation growing on the walls. Eventually, Joseph came up with a system to ration the food given to them so everyone could enjoy two hearty meals a day. The other prisoners began to rely on Joseph to speak with the warden on their behalf. At night, underneath the moonlight, the prisoners would gather around Joseph to listen to his stories about the God of his ancestors. One morning, Joseph had gotten up early to tend to the small garden of flowers he had planted underneath the opening in the ceiling. As the door opened up for food, the warden stepped in. You there, Joseph. Come with me. Bound once more, Joseph was led to a stool opposite the warden. The warden leaned forward, his gaze piercing. This prison has operated by force, fear, and isolation. I am trained to remind these men that they are criminals and this is not their home but their tomb. However, ever since you arrived, the prisoners seem to think they are a family and this is their home. Joseph dipped his head apologetically. The warden was a harsh man. He had heard stories about him killing prisoners who disobeyed him. The warden stood up and walked up to a small chest sitting on the floor near the entrance. He opened it and took out a few scrolls. He opened them and perused their contents. In these past weeks since you've been with the prisoners, there have been no riots, no attempts at escape or assaults on my guards. I have not heard them beg for more food or complain about lack of water. It is clear you want the favor. I don't know whether it comes from the gods or your own skill, and quite frankly, I do not care. All I know is that you have made my job easier and you have kept my guards safe because the prisoners are content. I told you already, I don't care about your gods. Although I certainly believe you, what you've displayed here with the men cannot be denied. Joseph kept his head down and flashed a smile. He nodded but remained silent. Joseph, I am putting you in charge of these men. I have other prisons in the city that I must attend to, so I leave these under your care as well as the two other cells within this prison. You will have charge over my guards and the ability to request more resources if they are available. This is not a request, but an order. You are still a prisoner here and I am your warden. Are we clear? Then you are dismissed. The warden slid two items across the desk, keys to the cells and a whip with iron tipped frays. Joseph took the keys, bowing his head in acknowledgment, but left the whip behind. As he returned to his cell, a sense of purpose welled within him. He might be a prisoner, but here in this dark place, he would shine a light. This prey.com production is only made possible by our dedicated team of creative talents. Steve Catena, Max Bard, Zach Shellavaga and Ben Gammon are the executive producers of the Chosen People. Narrated by Paul Coltofianu. Characters are voiced by Jonathan Cotton, Aaron Salvato, Sarah Seltz, Mike Reagan, Stephen Ringwald, Sylvia zaradoc, Thomas Copeland Jr. Rosanna Pilcher and Mitch Leschinsky. Music by Andrew Morgan Smith. Written by Aaron Salvato, Bree Rosely and Chris Baig. You can hear more prey.com productions on the prey.com app available on the Apple App Store and Google Play Store. If you enjoyed the chosen people, please rate and leave a review.

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