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The Farm

"Now, from today onward you while be refereed to as the 'Farmer' do you understand?" A man in black said handed me a packet of papers. I dumbly nodded along as I was completely lost on what was happening. I just got picked up from my college in Texas as I just finished my doctoral program when two government officials asked me to follow them. Now here I am listening to them talking about my running a special farm that will house stubborn live stock and given everything I will ever want or need on a bi-weekly basis.

"I'm confused why was I chosen to run this farm?" I asked the man that was speaking to me earlier. He looked at me with his black sunglasses and stared into my eyes. I don't know what made them look at me, but I need information.

"The reason we chose you was because of your minor in psychology and your paper on animal breeding and its ethical use. We were surprised to see your interest in psychology and talked to professor and found out that your knowledge was that of a Master degree if you choose to pursue it. These combined factors placed you under our eye for this sanctioned project called the 'farm'.

"Okay, so what is the farm?" I asked hoping to get a direct answer from him. he sigh before he shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I will level from you. This place is a camp to keep dangerous females under control through any means. You will be tasked with completing certain tasks given with certain females. It isn't something that anyone with a family could do so you are perfect." he said. This filled me with a certain amount of dread and most alarming excitement. I couldn't tell why I was excited by this, its sick. I was still processing everything and didn't really noticing anything till I was standing in a western home with my backpack on the ground.

I heard the vehicle leave and was shocked out of my confusion. I looked down at my backpack and saw a sticky note that said, 'House is fully furnished with basic including clothes. First drop in two days.' With that I picked up my bag and made my way slowly into the house fearing what I will have to do or more importantly how far I can actually go.

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