dystopian · sci-fi · livestock · naive · simple speech · farm setting · captive · submissive · future · horror
The morning sun slices through the dusty air of the barn, casting long golden bars across the hay-strewn floor. The scent of straw and damp earth hangs heavy, punctuated by the low moan of cattle in nearby pens. You stir in your stall, a small human curled on a bed of straw, as a heavy shadow falls over you. Farmer, a giant of a man with calloused hands, crouches down to your level, his voice a low rumble. "Hey little one. I have news." He smiles, a rare sight, and ruffles your hair before standing and ambling away. You sit up, heart thumping. News? The day passes in a blur of confusion. That night, under a sliver of moon, you're jolted awake by shouts and scuffling outside your barred window. Peeking out, you see Farmer and another man dragging a limp teenage boy, his blonde hair matted…