Chase's Chores

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Attention: this chapter will contain blood and violence abuse and more if you don't like this then please read something else

Chase got up from the dirt pile crying his eyes out and rubbing his ears from the pain

Chase: sniff sniff

Chase started to pull the plough and re-did the field. Chase was very weak and could barely stand up, he was starved, parched, and was exhausted.

That night Chase finished done with ploughing the field and Farmer Brute pulled up in the driveway in his truck....Drunk.

Chase: Mr Farmer Brute sir, I just finished ploughing the fields.

Farmer Brute: ....h..u..h...uhh..

Chase: Are you ok sir?

Farmer Brute: ...Are you talking back to me?!...

Chase: N-No sir I was n- AAH!!

Farmer Brute then hits Chase on the head with his empty glass beer bottle.

Chase cries in pain as blood spills out of his head breaking the bottle.

Farmer Brute beats Chase with his broken bottle giving him cuts and bruises.

Farmer Brute: Don't..you ever talk to me like that again!! You hear me!?

Chase couldn't say anything due to him being so weak to even breathe.

Chase laid on the ground sobbing in pain and covered in his own blood and broken glass in his cuts and fur.

Farmer Brute: ...I'm going in for the night, and clean up all of this glass that you broke!...



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