Sin sat down in a field, his eyes staring at nothing as he aimlessly tore at a plant stalk, he sat in nothing but a pair of worn brown pants that left the rest of his now tanned skin exposed to the sun, his long hair swayed in the wind brushing against his back and blowing in his face, he moved his fingers and brushed a few locks behind his ears.

He looked up at the sky to see if he could tell the time of the day but shook his head when the sun burnt his eyes and he had to quickly look away, he glanced around at all the unbelievably tall plants and wondered which year he would actually finish cutting the area down so new crops could be put In place, he shook his head it was impossible for him to get it done in the time he was told to, he was going to get beaten again and it might just be worse.

He scratched at the scab on his face and hissed when his throat started scratching but he knew he couldn’t do it not with the big metal shackle that hung around his neck blocking him from being able to do anything about the itch other than bear it. He looked around again and decided it was best he get back to work less get another beating for not even attempting to do his work.

He picked up his machete and started chopping at the stalks watching as they fell one after the other before he moved them to form a pile and went back to cut another few, He made sure to cut it as low to the ground so it won’t be hard for the other’s to dig up the roots later to replace them with a seed after plowing the field.

It had been three years since he had been taken away from the pretty lady and now all he could remember about her was her smile and the way she had spoken to him, not the words just her tone, she was good to him and now he doubted he would ever see her again, he didn’t know if she wanted him gone or if him leaving was against her wish but what was done was done and there was no going back.

Sin was now ten years old but he didn’t look it, it was not that he was tiny for his age, no he was big for his age about a half a year ago he had finally gotten a growth sprout, even going so far as to shoot over the tallest boy that worked as the mistress’s house, the blue haired boy whose name he had later found out was Leo, was even surprised.

Not only did he grow his appearance matured and everyone was telling him that he looked like a young man, instead of a ten year old child. He was told it probably had to do with ever beast people he was of but it didn’t matter, not like he would ever meet them and if he did he would probably be too angry to care that they were his family.

He was also now able to understand what people around him were saying not the big words but the simple things, like calling his name and he understood what they wanted him to do when they said it, Leo had called him smart before they had been separated. They said that now that Sin was as big as he was he should be doing big men’s work.

So without even a heads up one morning Sin woke up and he wasn’t sleeping in the room, he was in the back of a carriage with chains around his arms and neck, he was frightened by what was happening so he tried to find Leo to ask what was going on, but he was wiped with a leather whip and they didn’t stop no matter how he cried and screamed, they even laughed at him.

And then he was tossed into a room that had men that were bigger than him, they were covered in scars and bruises, some towered over everyone with rippling muscles and dead eyes, a few of them slept in a barred off area where he was told not to go near if he wanted to live. A girl had come in and cleaned and bandaged him up but they didn’t let him rest he was sent out into the field with everyone else.

He didn’t know what to do when the put a tool he had been later told was a plow into his hands and no one stopped to tell him, they just whipped him until he figured it out on his own and by that time he was bloody and covered in tears and blood but he still had to work. They didn’t treat him until the night when they had been called off the field and sent to sleep with only broth for dinner, Sin now had a deep hate for broth, fish, chicken, crab any kid of broth, he had had it all.

None of the men spoke to him, only one of them told him that they didn’t expect him to last a month, he would either die by heat stroke or blood loss, the funny thing was that same guy was killed a week later by poisoning when a venomous snake had been resting where he had been assigned to work.

So Sin decided to go with the old tactic that he had used when he the Mistress first bought him, just do what everyone else did, get up when they got up, eat when they eat, work when they work, say yes when they did, bow when they did and he would survive and so far he did and he was hoping his supposed luck didn’t run out anytime soon or he just might die.

Sin scratched his back hissing when his nails ran over one of the may scars the criss crossed his back, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes stopping to take in a deep breath so he could calm down. Now that he thought about it he realized that he had done nothing wrong the first time they beat him with the whip, even the second time he had simply been ignorant of what they wanted him to do with something he had never used before, or even seen for that matter.

When he first went to work with Leo on the Mistress’s farm all they had him do was help with the little things, like feeding the smaller animals cleaning out the pens, fetching the eggs back to the kitchen, Helping to keep their sleeping quarters clean, washing their dishes and picking up trash, even fetching water and food to those who couldn’t make it back from their post for lunch.

He realized that they were taking pity on him, because of how small and stupid he was, maybe if he had just stayed small and pathetic for the rest of his life he wouldn’t have to suffer the way he was now. Whatever beating the house mother used to give him, even when she took a cane to his back it would never be as painful as what he had to go through now.

He really wondered who his parents were and if they were alive and if they were alive if they were living a good and prosperous life or if it was as bad as his and if it was bad as his he prayed that it got worse, he wanted them to suffer more than he had throughout his life, from the second he came into this world only two weeks of his ten years had been any good.

It would have been best for him to have never have been born; he found out that the reason everyone hated him was because he was a half breed, an unnatural mixture of two different races something that should have never happened. His parents were so fucking selfish, they only considered what they wanted and never considered what would happen if they had a child between them, even going as far as the abandon that child just to spare themselves from the consequences.

If he ever found out who his parents were he was going to enjoy making sure that they understood the pain that he was forced to go through because of them. Sin let out a pained chuckle and wondered for a second what was so wrong with being one made from two different people was it so fucking disgusting that the child had to suffer because of his parents, why couldn’t they be treated lie everyone was?

Sin snapped his head up at the sound of his name, a man with a deep voice was calling for him and for a second he wondered why until he looked to see the sun was setting, he had been out here all this time and looked around to see the area he had been assigned was cleared and he had stepped into someone else area while he was thinking about pointless things.

“Forty Two!” he quickly jumped up dropping the machete near the pile of stalk and bolting towards the voice, he only listened to it because when he first arrived they said that was his name and the first time they had called it he didn’t listen and was beaten so badly all he could do was curl up in a ball and cry and then the beat him for crying.

He continued to run until he was standing at the edge of the field in front of a man with dark brown hair and equally dark eyes, the man towered over him and had rippling muscles with a wide frame, no matter how tall he grew Sin doubted her could get bigger than the man. Before he could say a word the sound of a whip hitting flesh crackled through the area and Sin dropped to his knees.

“Where the hell were you Forty Two?!” Sin yelped as the whip hit his skin again and dug his fingers into the dirt “I had to call you ten times before you came running to me, what were you trying to escape boy?” the whip hit his skin again and Sin bit his tongue whimpering at the taste of blood in his mouth “I really hope you’re not stupid enough to do something like that, I already told you that if you pass the lines on the field that shackle around your neck will burn straight through your skin until you’re dead and I’m sure you don’t want that, so the next time I call you come right away, got it?” Sin nodded and the man huffed turning behind him.

“Zero go see if he has completed his area?” a man that was standing behind him with a blank face nodded and quickly ran to where sin had come from “I hope you did your work or I’ll whip you until you’re unconscious and the I’ll soak you in ice water before whipping you again.” Sin nodded and swallowed the blood, if he spat he would be whipped for disrespecting the man.

Zero returned quickly and spoke quietly to the man that nodded “good work, but you did take long in getting your work done, so I’ll let you decide twenty lashes and you go to bed without dinner or you can bring all the stalks back yourself and I’ll allow you to have your dinner once everything is completed, choose wisely.”

Sin looked up at him blinking back the tears “stalks, food.” The man nodded and looked up to the Field, Sin didn’t take long to get up back and run to where he had been working, he started dragging the stalks onto the man drawn cart that was waiting as he fought himself to ignore the sting in his skin and the blood that ran down his skin.