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Chapter 13 by Rasun Rasun

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PLOUGHING ANIMAL

Setting:

A sprawling farm on the outskirts of town. The fields stretch out as far as the eye can see, lush and green under the bright sunlight. In the distance, the farmhouse stands tall and welcoming, a stark contrast to the cruelty and oppression Jamal has endured.

Characters:

Jamal Smith: The 18-year-old black boy, broken but resilient in the face of unimaginable suffering.

Nathan Smith: The 20-year-old white male, cruel and domineering, responsible for Jamal's plight.

Farmer Johnson: A middle-aged man, the owner of the farm, looking for cheap labor.

Mrs. Johnson: The farmer's wife, kind-hearted but unaware of Jamal's true circumstances.

Scene:

The camera opens to reveal Jamal, led by Nathan and James, being escorted onto the farmer's property. His wrists are bound, and he moves with a defeated shuffle, his spirit crushed by the endless torment inflicted upon him.

Nathan: Here you go, Farmer Johnson. Just as promised.

Farmer Johnson steps forward, eyeing Jamal with a mixture of curiosity and appraisal.

Farmer Johnson: He'll do nicely. Looks strong enough for the work I have in mind.

Nathan: (smirking) Oh, he's strong, all right. Strong enough to plow your fields and then some.

Jamal remains silent, his eyes downcast as he awaits his fate. Farmer Johnson nods in satisfaction before turning to his wife, who stands nearby, a look of concern on her face.

Farmer Johnson: (to his wife) Take him to the barn and get him settled. We'll put him to work first thing in the morning.

Mrs. Johnson nods, her expression sympathetic as she approaches Jamal.

Mrs. Johnson: Come along, dear. Let's get you cleaned up and fed.

Jamal follows Mrs. Johnson obediently, his movements slow and heavy with exhaustion. Nathan and James watch with amusement as they disappear into the distance, leaving Jamal behind.

Nathan: (chuckling) Well, that takes care of that. I'm sure he'll make quite the plowing animal, don't you think?

James: (grinning) Oh, I have no doubt about that. And just think of the money we'll make off him.

They share a sinister laugh before turning to leave, the sounds of the farm fading into the distance.

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