(Sky's POV)

I start by putting the rice back in the bucket, every damm piece of it. I then put the bucket by the door. Next, I dusted all the windows, corners, and shelves with a duster I found in a pile of cleaning tools he left for me. I then clean off all the furniture of trash and junk. Doesn't this guy never clean anything?

By the time I'm done, everything looks spotless. I wander back to the connecting bathroom and stand in front of the full body mirror. I hesitantly start to unwrap the bandages. I grab a hand mirror and angle it so that I can see my back in the other mirror. I gaze at the three scars running down my back, but also that fact that they're all closed up. The pain of them is almost gone, too. How can something that bad heal in less then 24 hours? I think about wiping off the dirt on my shoulder to see what's there, but quickly refuse because i don't have anything to cover it back up. I re-wrap my back on the bandages, just so that I'll have an advantage later on.

     I walk out of the bathroom, just in time to see the two double doors swing open. And guess who walks in, Mr. 'I like flogging people'. He looks around at my work, and then kicks the bucket full of rice. It spills all over, once agin. "Clean it up!", he yells at me. I sigh and walk over. I crouch down in front of him, but make sure that me knees and hands don't touch the floor. I refuse to grovel at his feet. Once I pick them all up and put them back in the bucket, he kicks it over again.

     I growl and once agin pick them up, careful not to be in a 'worshiping' position. We must have repeated this at least eight times before he snapped. Kicking me in the stomach, it sends me sprawling back a few feet. "Bow before me, you retard!", he yells at me. "No", I say in an emotionless voice. I feel like everyday, a little more of my emotion disappears. Everything just seems dull. I know it's happening, but it doesn't seem important.

After he beats me for around 20 minutes, with me refusing to bow, I'm dragged off to my 'room'. I have at least two broken ribs, three broken fingers, and ugly bruises covering my body. I'm thrown into my cell, landing on the hard, stone floor. I groan in pain, but refuse to cry out. I hear the other slaves returning, but they don't let Barney come in here with me. He just gets a glance of me through the bars before he's shoved in with the other two. He shouts and screams at the guards, but they just walk away and ignore him. "Sky! SKY! YOUS BETTERS NOT BES DEAD!", he screams at me. "I-I'm ok", I groan out between gritted teeth. "YOU ARES NOT FINES! WHAT IN THE WORDS DID HES DOS TO YOU!?", he yells back. I'm about to reply, but I pass out before I make a sound.

(Time Skip)

I lurch up once again to the banging and shouts of guards. Is this going to be the rest of my life? I wonder how long I'll last before I'm broken, too. Maybe I am. Is that why I don't really feel any emotion?

I guard throws open the door and I simply walk out. I get the routine. The other door is unlocked, and Barney barrels into me. I yelp and fall back on the floor. My bruises cry out in agony, but I only smile at Barney. At least it feels like my ribs are not so broken. "SKY! I WAS SOS WORRIED WHEN YOUS DIDN'T ANSWER ME! DON'T SCARES ME LIKE THATS AGAINS!", he screams in my ear. I laugh at him. The guards quickly drag us apart and to the mess hall. I stay by to Barney, trying to reassure him that I won't die. I don't won't I make any promises, though.

I enter the bedroom, and almost roll my eyes at the man on the throne. But I don't. I don't feel like another beating, just yet. He 'dramatically' snaps his fingers, and two guards come up behind me. One holds me back while the other snaps on a metal band to my leg. The band beeps and tightens around my ankle. "As you can see, I've put a tracking device on you. If you try to run, I'll know where you are. If you go anywhere your not suppose to, it will shock you", he says before pushing a button. Electricity shoots up through my leg, making me accidentally bite my lip. "I need you to deliver a letter to the town closest to here. The guards will provide you with a map and the letter", he says before dismissing me. "Yes Master", I regretfully reply.

I go to the door of the house, and I'm handed a map and the letter. All the guards eye me down on the way out. I get outside and fell a cool breeze hit my face. So much better then my last few days. I check the map and groan when it shows that it's five miles to the town. And I'm on foot. I start following the road, hating my 'Master' more and more each step. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of yellow. I turn my head to see a group of flowers. Yellow or gold doesn't seem to describe them. In fact, even thinking the word 'gold' makes me want to vomit. The perfect word pops into my brain, and I say it out loud, "Butter".

I smile to myself and continue my journey. Thinking back on all that had happed in the last few days, I'm simply lucky to be alive. I repeated the phrase from earlier in my head, adjusting it a little bit:

My name is Sky.
I was a solider.
I am now a slave.
I will not be afraid.