Wind was blowing over our fields as it usual does in our rural town, it carried my groans. For the past few weeks, the pain was no longer manageable and I desperately wanted to help out on the farm. My parents were forcing me to stay in bed.
"Mom, what's gonna happen to me?" I looked up at her, my hands clutching my stomach.
"Oh, my Kisao. I'm not sure, but you'll be happy," she smiled warmly.
And a knock came at the door a few moments after and she walked through our house to the front, the conversation in whispers. I couldn't make out any words past my groaning.
And soon enough my mother pulled me up, made me to stand and my own cry of pain caused her to wince. Doctors said there was something really wrong with my stomach, I didn't quite understand at the time, but if it wasn't for their decision. I'd be dead.
And I waved my goodbye to my parents, having been told that the tuxedo-ed man I was elaving with would help with my stomach.
And he did, we reached a hospital room after going through so many concrete hallways and when I woke back up, the pain was gone.
"Kisao, the deal between your mother and father begins soon, but before we discuss that. You have just undergone a perfect match stomach transplant."
"So, my...no more pain?"
He smiled, "no more stomach pain."
I slid off and stood from the hospital bed, following as he waved me, leading me to an empty concrete room, "I know you're an innocent kid, but this is where it's going to change."
"What do you mean?" I felt my hairs stand and my mind changed gears to flee, but I stood frozen.
"Your parents sold you to me. You're my property, you are my slave and you will behave or I will break you. You will address me as master if I tell you to address me," he smirked.
"B-B-But," I stammered and his own hand, in a fist, crashed upon my left cheek.
"I didn't say you could speak. Your trainers will be making you physically fit for next week's challenge. Obey them as well or I will make you obey," he threatened and shut the iron door to the empty concrete room.
Almost empty, there was a single water fountain in it.
And I was alone in this large concrete room with high ceilings and steel beams for support.
YOU ARE READING
The Red Mix
Science FictionA young boy in Japan, Kisao Nasei, was born with a very abnormal stomach condition that left the lining of it weaker than a normal healthy child's should be. At the age of seven, his parents made a seemingly unbeatable deal by selling him away for o...
