5 years later on the farm

Josh was sweating under the evening sun. His back was killing him, but the sun would soon set and the working day on the farm would come to an end.

He and the other men worked from dusk til dawn. Always the same monotonous work, never able to even talk to each other since the women had cut his vocals away.

Men didn't talk. And he hadn't been able to do so for over 4 years now.

The man next to him clapped his hand to get his attention. Josh silently called him Harrry, but of course he had no idea what the man's real name was. With slow, tired movements, the man signalled how he was done with his row of beans. He asked if Josh wanted some help.

Josh nodded, and after Harry had come to his side, the two men silently worked on the beans.

Farming almost solely consisted of beans, potatoes and kale. Everything was mushed together and shipped at the male-stations to feed he-cows and other male slaves.

After madam Fletcher had sold him, he had immediately been ripped of his voice. He had spent a few days as the private pet of some rich woman, because even though he didn't produce enough milk to work as a cow, he produced enough to feed one lonely businesswoman. But after 3 months as her pet, the woman had sold him to the farm he worked on now. He quessed she had become bored of him or something. The ladie had never really talked to him.

Josh had no hope of ever getting out. The collar on his neck was indestructable, and would fry him if he ever tried to set one foot beyond the boundaries of his workplace.

Josh knew there was no way he would ever find his phone again. He guessed he would never know what had happened to it. This was the reality his stupidity had created. He better tried to accept it.