Page 28 of Milk & Malice: Vadik
His head lifted slowly. He looked at me.
Smiling.
“There she is.”
And I knew—then—I was awake.
Awake in hell.
“Do you feel your new tail, my sweet? I’ve been working your joints to ensure you remained supple while you… rested.”
The man had no shame. He stood there massaging my breasts as if he owned—
I am your Owner. I own you, my sweet. Breeding heifer. Holes. Milk production. Magnificent. Livestock.
All his words came rushing back to me.
“…and now you won’t be speaking anymore. Only moo if you want my attention.”
I stared at him and shook my head.
“No, my sweet. Your tail was the last piece, and you’re now complete. If you talk like a human again… well, let’s just say bad things will happen to you.”
What could be worse than what he’s done?
“Why don’t I introduce you to Stumpy?”
Stumpy?
He was gone, but I couldn't see where.
I looked around, lifting my head, wincing when I felt the horns. I’d wanted to touch them so many times, only to remember—I had no hands.
He returned, holding a brown sack over his shoulder. He placed it on the operating bed and wheeled it closer.
When he stepped back, I realised it wasn’t a sack.
It was the remnants of a man.
Barely alive.
A head and a torso.
Oh my God.
Nothing else.
No legs. No arms.
His chest rose in shallow jerks. The plastic tube hissed. Bubbled.
But it was his eyes that destroyed me.
Bloodshot. Sunken. Wet with misery.
Not rage.
Not madness.
