Farrell's POV

After eating as much of the tasteless breakfast as I could I buried myself into my work. Occupying myself with paperwork was much better than having to suffer in the darkness of my mind. 

I turned the pages in a file, pausing once in a while to be sure what they each contained. Then my movement stopped as I focused on a paper. It was a petition and had been brought to my table yesterday. 

I read through the lines and frowned at the words written within. He wanted me to spare a few weak slaves. Those who were injured until they were strong enough to stand in...