a month later

"you sure produced a lot of milk today sunshine," the boss said with a laugh. I could only glare at him as I was brought back to my pen. what ever they had done to my breast had gotten worse and now I needed to be milked every other day. the one nice thing about it was that I at least got cereal every other day.

"still got some fight in you sunshine," he said with a laugh. "just give up you already know you can't escape thanks to that brand and your nose ring is a tracker so even if you try to run we will find you. you have been here for over two months now. no one knows you are here and rescue is not coming. "

I really wanted to deny his words but every day I am hear a voice in my head keeps telling me the same thing. I shake my head to clear it from that dark thought and just glare even more at the boss. "MOO MOO," I say while telling him to fuck off.

"oh well everyone gives up sometime," he said with a small shrug. we then reach my pen and I am thrown inside. I walk over to my new hay bed and lay down.

"please anyone find me," I think in my head. "I don't know how much longer I can last." those were my last thoughts as I drifted off to sleep.