Casey's POV

I could feel my back strain as I lifted up a log of wood from the portion assigned to me. My shoulders tensed up to accommodate the pressure on them. 

With a groan I pulled it big wood along and stacked it up on the pile I had already made. I leaned down with my hands on my knees as I tried to catch my breath. 

My whole body grunted in tiredness but I had to keep up the work. I couldn't help but work like the slave alpha Farrell had made me. 

I turned back around and made my way under the rising sun to pick up...