Of all the nerve.
Such was the sole thought of Kenneth Hall as he was marched into this farm hellscape (well, hellscape to him). He was not your typical convict. He looked to be pristine - nicely arranged dark hair only recently knocked out of its usual combed setting, pleasant blue green eyes that promised some sort of heart of gold inside those windows, a six foot three muscled "Adonis" build with especially wide, strong shoulders, a powerful, V-shaped back, and very strong, well built arms and legs. His torso was merely compact and largely more function than aesthetic form.
Kenneth had finally "done something" that dear old daddy couldn't sweep away with cash. Who cares, he thought to himself, that the little bitch couldn't take a beating. Not his fault the creepy little nerd's weak little neck couldn't take it. That was on the nerdy fucker.
Indeed, that promise of some sort of gold at the heart was a promise in vain. Kenneth was nothing if not a spoiled, rich wanton, hedonistic and arrogant. Used to getting his way, he never even countenanced the idea of treating anyone "lesser" than him in any way as anything except dirt under his feet to be trampled as he pleased. He was beautiful in his face, but ugly in his cruelty.
As he looked around, he found himself looking at the animal he was supposedly to "care for". In his case, a solid black Shire Draft-Horse. The horse looked back at him with an excited huff, and Kenneth supposed this WAS better than just spending his time languishing in some sort of jail cell. At least he wouldn't have to interact with too many ugly idiots. Just a few animals here or there, and that was that. Just take care of it. Kinda like living on Dad's farm.
He first noted it looked like the horse needed some feed. Shrugging his shoulders, Kenneth went about retrieving some Feed and bringing it back over to the horse. By now he was thinking of dinner, stomach rumbling. He felt a distinct and odd sensation standing there. It was like an electrical charge - the least it could be said was that when it traveled all over him, it made his nine incher feel real good.
He did some more chores, cleaning up after the horse and grumbling that the people here really didn't get how to take care of this critter. "If they're just gonna offload it on some prisoner, why bother having it here in the first place?" He was rather surprised when he heard the bell ring for everyone to go and get dinner.
Kenneth of course being how he was tried to find some secluded area to eat, only to fail as a large stocky lad with ruddy hair sat down across from him, and a skinnier, rail thin blond boy sat a few feet away. Looked like they were friends. And it seemed the dinner he retrieved from the serving table was chicken, carrots, celery, an apple and salad...
He tried to eat the chicken, but it CLEARLY must have been bad, because he couldn't manage to stomach it. He shook his head and decided to try the greenery. And surprisingly it was absolutely delicious. It really brought him in and made him smile. For the first time since he got there. He absolutely stuffed himself - by the time he was done, the plate was emptied except for the chicken. And so he threw it away and got up. Looked like everyone was heading off to their private quarters for now until another session happened.
For some reason his uniform was tighter than usual, but Kenneth guessed it was just the sheer amount of food he had basically inhaled throughout that meal. He had never felt quite so full and contented following any indulgence of food.
As Kenneth went to his private room / cell here, he took a seat on the rudimentary bed. Not many people were out and about. Maybe he could...