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Chapter 12 by Moot Moot

Is there another way out?

Potentially

Jessica stormed her way around the pig pen, thankful the drone did not care that she was stood up. The fence circled the entire place, except for a concrete wall against a hill where she had been given a horrible mud bath and jet wash. The only way out was by going over the fence. Jessica frowned, she hoped it would be easier.

Hours went by, as Jessica made continous attempts to escape. Each time she tried, the drone would pick her back up and put her back in the pig pen. "FUCK YOU!!!" Jessica yelled at the drone for the hundredth time, she refused to give up.

After hundreds of attempts, Jessica finally decided that a different approach was needed. She noticed that there were cameras placed along the dirt tracks that mapped the entire farm. The muddy reporter could only assume this was to track the drones. That must meant that a human would watch the footage.

Jessica made her final attempt to escape, only this time instead of running for the exit she ran toward the nearest camera. She could hear the drone approaching, it's menacing and mechanical hum whirred loudly. Just as the drone extended one of it's arms, Jessica leaped into the air and stretch her right arm as far as she could.

CLUNK

Jessica had punched into the camera and managed to knock it off the post it had been attached to. Unfortunately, just as she had done this, the drone caught her leg. This caused the muddy reporter to be hung upside down, held in place by the drone. "PUT ME DOWN!! THIS IS A HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATION!!!" Jessica shrieked and kicked her whole body about.

While the reporter kicked and screamed, and the drone carried her back, the reporter had not realised how slippery her jeans had become. The more she flailed about, the loose the waistband became. Within seconds, Jessica was hovered over the pig pen, and dumped into the mud yet again.

She suddenly felt a very sharp, cold and slimy feeling on her legs. She glanced down and gasped. Her jeans had been torn off her body, which left her naked from the waist down. Jessica cringed as she felt the mud smother all over her bare legs. Could this day get any worse? She thought to herself as she watched the drone fly away, her jeans still dangling off the mechanical hand...

What's next?

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