Page 18 of Milk
She was sitting alone at a picnic table. This was my chance. I rushed there, and she looked up at me with vague recognition. “Tiff?”
“Wren!” I said, surprised that she knew who I was, given the state she was in the last time I saw her. “You recognize me?”
“Yeah, of course I do. Just surprised to see you here.”
“Surprised? You saw me yesterday.”
“I did?” Wren asked.
I tried to ignore her naked body in front of me as I sat down and touched her arm softly. “You weren’t yourself.”
“Oh … It must’ve been during my milk frenzy. Sorry, Tiff. I was out of it.”
“So, they drugged you?”
“Drugged? No, no. The only thing I was high on was my own pleasure, you know?” She laughed softly.
I couldn’t understand why she was this happy. Had they brainwashed her? Had she really been here long enough to forget that we were being held hostage?
I leaned closer. “Look, I think we need to work together.”
“To do what?”
“To escape. This place, I mean.”
“Escape? Tiff, why would I want to leave?” Wren asked, genuinely confused.
“Are you serious? They’re holding us hostage here. They’re using us like - like sex toys and cattle and…”
“And milking us,” Wren said, shuddering in visible pleasure as she thought about it. “Damn, I’m going to start lactating if you keep talking about it.”
I lifted an eyebrow, in silent shock. I was about to ask Wren if she was insane when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, Wren. Is this bitch bothering you?”
I recognized Jen’s voice immediately, and fury began to well inside me. I wasn’t normally the type to fight, but I’d had enough. I bit my tongue to stay in place.
“No, Jen,” Wren said timidly. “I was just leaving. Let’s go do yoga, yeah?”
“Go ahead, Wren. I’ll join you,” Jen said, before turning to me. “As soon as I explain to this unwanted heifer here what the hierarchy is.”
“Hierarchy? Are you insane? We’re hostages! And you’re over here playing high-school politics?” I demanded.
Jen’s expression darkened into something vicious. She grabbed one of my tits and twisted it painfully, watching me with sadistic delight that carried an underlying threat.
“I liked you more when you had that mouth spreader and couldn’t talk, bitch. Now, look here, the first thing you need to know-”
Jen never saw it coming. I never threw a punch in my life, but it felt good, even if my body reacted without a thought. The loud ‘crack’ of my fist against her face was followed by her releasing my breast, wobbling backwards and falling on the floor. I was shocked at myself, yet extremely satisfied. It was wrong to like it – violence wasn’t something I was supposed to enjoy, but seeing her huge eyes and the red mark I’d left on her cheek ... it was satisfying.
“You crazy cunt!” Jen shouted from the ground.
To continue the beating or apologize for losing my temper when I felt a mosquito sting on my neck. And as I brought my hand to it, I felt the fluffy fletching of a tranquilizer dart. My vision blurred, my legs wobbled, and before I could even bring myself to sit down on the bench near us, I collapsed.
It all went black.
Iwas eager to watch Tiffany’s first visit to the Atrium. I stood behind the monitor in the underground surveillance room specifically focused on the little paradise we’d created to watch her. Our lovely cattle deserved the illusion of freedom and fresh air. I winced at the sight of Jen approaching Tiffany. I knew she’d been cruel to her before, and I had decided to let it go. While I could be considered a forgiving man, I hated repeating myself. My brow furrowed as Jen visibly continued to antagonize Tiffany. I was about to send security to escort Jen back to her stall when I saw Tiffany’s fists clench. But she gave a clumsy punch. Itwasclumsy, but it carried the strength of years of resentment. Jen spun around, twisted, and fell face-first into the ground.Even an unpracticed punch can do the job,I thought.
But our security turrets also had a job to do. They fired tranquilizing darts at Tiffany. I knew they were programmed tostop violent behavior. It didn’t mean I liked it. However, our calves were too precious to deal with unnecessary damage.
