outsider. // Sinbad x !Livestock Reader

Chapter I

Peaceful country.

Sindria?

A peaceful country?

Think again.

Of course, 95% of the population lived in ecstasy. Royalty, nobles, lower ranks, soldiers, merchants, any kind.

They say slavery has been abolished. In that 95% of the country, of course. That 5% was often forgotten, and that's where all the black rukh of people gather and make a mess. Because, humans are humans. Hatred will always remain. Negative emotions are always there. Even for that bastard of a king.

And I, out of all people, had to end in that trash hole of 5%, and live like a livestock. To put it simple, the black market of the city. Where not even the best of Sinbad's pawns could emerge information out of. What kind of black market is that, if not even the king can know what's rumbling there?

Conquerer of the seven seas, my ass. I mean, I believed that he did, but the way he just let that 5% untouched, the way he let all the hatred and frustration harm people, that's what I call ignorance.

Sindria was a large island with several parts. Only one of them was the 5%, and it was left untouched by the laws. What kind of life is that?

Constantly running and stealing to fill a quarter of my stomach, where prostitutes and slaves were sold out in exchange of money, where justice and peace were unknown words.

And I knew the only way to get out of this hell hole is that the king notices. Considering how careless he was, I was destined to rot like a rat. Along with several other people.

Murderers, thieves and rapists in each corner. If I still believed in God, then I would pray for mercy. I'm not the only one who gave up on their belief. I can't even count how much I asked and begged for a way out of here. We all thought it was mainly because of the deities that we were chained to this living hell.

Each passing second on the streets of that place was highly dangerous. That's how I grew careless as well. After 17 years of living like this, a certain habit has grown. I knew crying and begging for our lives wouldn't change a thing. I gave up on hope. What I now believed in was independence. I also believed in the skills my defunct mother taught me. Yeah, because people here died fucking young. The moment you began enjoying life, and this same life was taken away by a random sick bastard. Down here, that's how it worked.

How can I explain it..? I was an error. My mom never told me who was my father. Growing up, I made up random stories in my mind. Was she raped, and she obtained me out of this union? Did she actually meet a sane man and the love resulted into me, but the guy died walking out trying to get food to feed his new child?

And it would be pretty fucking awkward to meet with him again. Nevermind that then. And I didn't really need another mouth to feed. What I meant by that, is that he would probably be a coward, and I had to work twice as hard to gather something edible.

Plic.

Ploc.

Plic, ploc.

My [E/C] orbs lazily gazed downwards, focusing on a hole in the damaged streets. A puddle was growing at a dangerous pace. I sighed in disappoint, thinking about how I should escape the coldness of the drops. At least I would be able to do that.

"Looks like another dozen of people are going to freeze to death."

What kind of life was that?

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A/N; I have a good idea of what is going to occur. Expect an update in a few days. Enjoy your holidays till then! 🎉

ー MrsAkkaman 💀