WARNING: Graphic depictions of animal cruelty. This material might not be found suitable for some readers. Reader discretion is advised

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It's dark.

It's cold.

It's wet.

It's loud.

It smells.

It hurts.

Everything hurts.

You can't turn around. You stand in a thick layer of excrement and urine. The sides of your cage are metal bars dressed in thick blankets of cobweb. You look over the rows of sore pigs to see a committee of black, hunched, slobbering rats giggling on the dripping cement ledge. You look up to see wood rails coated in cockroaches and more cobwebs. How could there be more?

You lay down in a thick layer of disgust to try to rest your aching, deteriorating muscles. You look down at your swelled stomach. It has been two monthes for you, pregnant, in this dark cold place. You have been through this before. You had almost bore all stillborn piglets. You wondered why they didn't spraypaint "DESTROY" on your back and send you to slaughter like they did to other sows with stillborn litters. It's only been a couple weeks after they were stolen from you. Your babies. The only happiness you felt. How much you tried to prevent their suffering. When you nosed them trying to wake them up. It's so hard.

And now...

...now you are pregnant again. Again, you must watch you children suffer, again you must live for months in a tiny cage. Again, you must be hit, prodded.

Again.

Again.

Again.

AGAIN.

When will it end? When will they finally just kill you? When will you finally just die and be turned out for compost?

When?

When?

When will this all stop?

Your eyes wander up to the ceiling. You close them again dreaming of a field of grass you never tasted. An atmosphere of fresh air you never breathed. A plain you never ran. A love you never felt.

Please view Pig to Plate Part Zero for my reference.