"I'm an animal. I'm not people. I am not son of god."

We must understand that some human beings are not born to be human and must accept their inferior condition.

This is the case that was reported on a farm in the country's countryside in the early twentieth century: one boy, still five years old, was sold by his alcoholic father for drink debts. His mother was relieved to have a mouth to feed. She simply took the boy's clothes, smoking, drunk, and pregnant; she delivered the naked child with a rope tied around his neck, like a leash, so he would not run away.

The owner of the farm bought it and baptized it from Mule. Because it was like a mule, he'd spent a lifetime. He arrived naked and bound, and so he spent the rest of his life.

He never had the opportunity to question his condition as a beast of burden. When he tried to protest, he was brutally beaten. At the age of fifteen, when the young man tried to flee, he was kept chained, naked, and blinded. After the escape attempt, the farm foreman convinced the owner of the Mule that animals need not see anything, and blinded, they were more defenseless, obedient, and unable to escape.

Another function of an animal like him was to be raped almost every night.

Any farm employee could go to the corral and rape the animal, use his ass or his mouth to satiate all his needs.

Blinded and chained, he could not resist, complain or denounce his rapists. Some, out of wickedness, even suggested that he be neutered, but others argued that he would be overweight and could become too depressed and die.

Ever since he arrived at the farm, still a boy, they said that he could not say anything else, no one would accept him saying anything, and his words were interrupted with slaps or punches. No one wanted to have any conversation or bond with him. So, over the years, he had practically forgotten to speak. But he moaned and groaned like the other animals. Over the years, accepting resigned to his condition, he became more and more like the other animals on the farm.

Food never failed; with heavy work, he grew strong and healthy as a bull.

The employees joked that perhaps because he had never worn clothes or because he worked in the sun, he was very hairy, and his hair and beard bulky and tight, his hair covering his chest, back, legs, and arms. His tanned by the sun, laden with dust and frequent beating, seemed more like a pig's leather than human skin.

His daily work consisted of pulling the plow, pulling the wagons, and carrying heavy bales of earth or seeds. All the heaviest work was reserved for him. When he weakened or gave in due to the weight of the loads, the lashes convinced him to get up and return to work. He used to be whipped practically all the time, for whatever reason or even for no reason.

On Sundays, when no one on the farm worked, it was common for the employees' boredom to be broken with one of the most common amusements: mistreating, abusing, and beating the Mule.

The guys gathered to drink and talk in the stable. First, they washed the animal, then ordered him to suck each cock of them, to drink all the cum dropped. After hours of sucking, some of the boys would rape him and finally tie the poor and tired animal to some tree and distract themselves by arguing for hours about the best whip and who had more skill with the lashes, which could more precisely hit specific parts of the animal.

His hung, washed, sweaty body made it possible to better visualize the welts and scars left by the lashes. Still, since all his leather was already completely covered by bruises and marks of the countless beating, it was tough to say if the lash had indeed hit the nipple or tip of the animal's cock.

After many years, a new farm employee was shocked by the cruel and inclement treatment of the Mule. He could not bear to see a mature man being treated that way; he was very religious and could not bear to see a son of God in those conditions.

One Sunday in the stable, when everyone drank and talked distractedly and excitedly while the obedient animal sucked the cock of everyone in the group. The novice employee, annoyed at what was happening, privately asked the older employee if this was not absurd.

The older employee laughed out loud, unconstrained. He called the animal aloud. The Mule pulled the dick out of his mouth and crawled obediently, on all fours like a dog, to the man.

The man grabbed his hair by raising his head and asked firmly, with his face glued to the animal.

"The rookie, on the other side, said it's not right to treat a son of god like a fucking pig. What do you think?"

The Mule, without taking his hands off the ground, with semen and saliva dripping from his mouth, spoke quietly.

"I'm an animal. I'm not people. I am not son of god."

Everyone was amazed by the answer; many believed that the animal could not speak, but laughter and excitement filled the space past the stupor.

That day all of them, including the rookie, raped and lashed the animal.

Not even the Mule remembered the name he once had; as time passed, he forgot that he might have had another life. He was accustomed and conformed to his bovine life.

He really became an animal, and as such, he lived until his last day.

Maybe even happy.