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A beautiful baby girl has been born into this world in the corner of the room. The baby
girl's mother, Lola, cleaned up the birth mess before turning to nuzzle her head against
the wonderful gift of life. Doing so, her senses are pleasantly filled with the scent
of her new born child. Her heart is filled with happiness as she gazes into her daughter's
eyes. The baby girl is the only thing that her mother has to be happy about.
"You will not be like the rest, my dear. I will protect you and let no harm come to you.
I would give up my life to you," her young mother said softly, with a tear dripping down
the side of her cheek, as she tried to stay strong. "I'll name you Hope, for hope of a
better life." She laid a kiss upon her daughter's forehead.
She guided her tired young to her tattered ***, covered in bruises, and infected scabs,
to allow her a drink from her blood encrusted ***.
"This isn't life, Hope. Soon we will escape out of this hell. When I close my eyes, I
hope to wake up realizing this was all a nightmare, but as I open my eyes again, I wake back to
the horrid reality. The grievous, heart-wrenching reality."
The windowless, concrete building's main room is occupied by forty other young women, including
Lola, who have all given birth within the past two years. The woman are all lined up
in two rows, each in a small metal jail, with an open middle row for the killers to walk
down. On the ceiling, industrialized light fixtures hang, emitting a low droning noise
Three days passed of the horrendous conditions before the two-legged beast arrived. He snatched
Hope away, throwing her into a large wheeled-bin filled with five other few-day-old babies.
Her lungs filled with anger as she screeched out, "My baby!"
The beast screeched out the words, "Shut up, you dumb ***." He took a hot steel rod and
burned her spotted skin. Lola bellowed out in agony as her body flailed in pain.
He scoffed, "I don't even know why you care anymore. You'll be dead soon anyway."
She cried, striking her back legs against the metal bars profusely with all her might
to get out of her metal jail until she broke down sobbing. For days, a hopeless cry echoed
through the bleak building from Lola. Harrowing cries for help could be heard from a distance
by other broken souls that occupy the death-scented vicinity.
The man in white took her to the rest of the women and placed the *** cups onto her bruised
and scab-covered teats to do what he enslaved her to do, produce milk at an unnatural rate.
The machine pumped up and down for hours in an enclosed area so small that she couldn't
even turn around.
A year passed as Lola continued to be tortured and used. Her body growing very sickly, she
barely had the vigor to stand. A tumor had formed in her soft, fleshy underside, which
made it unbearably painful to be milked. The man in white arrived to the room that
kept the women and Lola locked in. His soulless eyes took a good look at Lola as her body
coursed with fear. "Well sheet, look at chu. Looks like yer all used up aren't chu? Looks
like some of yer friends are ready, too. Go on, get up, you dumb shet." He pulled open
the jail door and grabbed her by the piece of fabric around her neck, forcefully pulling
her out and up to her feet. He took a whip and harshly whacked it against her thigh,
bruising the area to get her moving. She jumped in pain. With what little strength she had,
she forced herself to walk, in fear of being whipped again. He lead her down the hall of
death. Hope looked up at her mother with extreme sadness and anger, knowing what's coming.
She couldn't bare it. Lola was so hopeless at this point, she dragged her body along
with his orders. She's seen hundreds of women taken this walk of death; to never return.
The man in white placed Lola in restraints. He sharpened his knife back and forth. He
dove the knife into her fleshy soft neck and pulled across quickly, sending buckets of
blood to gush out of her carotid artery and pool on the floor. Her body flailed about
and she sent out the most gut wrenching scream one could ever hear as pain coursed her every
being. He hooked a cord up to her leg to dangle her corpse up in the air. While she was suspended
in mid-air, he cut her skin away from her flesh and dragged the knife down her stomach,
pulling out the guts. He sent her on a line with other corpses to have machines cut and
chop, and package their flesh for consumption. The young daughter knew all too well the sound
of her mother's screams. "I won't let them take you, Mommy. I won't. I can't. We have
to stop this!" The young girl cried out in mourning of her mother. "You wanted to protect
me, but no one could protect you." Her eyes were bloodshot with extreme sorrow.
One of the elders spoke out to all the women. "Next week this will end. We must all work
together for my plan to work. Hope, I know where they'll be taking your mother. To a
local diner."
The next week, the man in white walked down the aisle for standard protocol, taping a
whip against his hand."Time to your fat *** to slaughter." A few of the females nodded
heads at each other to signal. He guided a few of them in a row and before he knew it,
he was being completely mauled. Two of the others went to take off the shackles of the
suppressed souls. They heard other workers coming. "Run for it." One exclaimed as they
all ran quickly for the door that was left open to the outside world.
Meanwhile in town, two young adults were sitting inside a restaurant.
"Oh, damn, don't you just love a good, juicy, steak? This is local too. The waitress told
me." said one of the men, biting into the cooked flesh. "It goes really good with some
cold milk too," said the man with a large mouthful before he took a swig out of the
tall glass. "Well, I know I love me some good burgers,"
said the woman, taking a disgustingly large mouthful of the food.
Suddenly the restaurant doors swung open, smashing against the walls. A group of thirty
females followed behind Hope as she saw the meat.
"You're eating my mother," Hope cried out. The couple looked down at their plates, then
back up at the cattle's beaten up bodies. "What are you talking about?"
Hope proceeded to tell the painful story and true conditions of how they were kept. Tears
flooded the customer's eyes as their hearts were opened to the hidden horror. The man
who was eating the steak pushed it off the table onto ground with raging sadness. "I'm
sorry, we had no idea. I have never questioned what I was eating, or how it got to my plate."
The man went over to attempt to wrap his arms around Hope in a reassuring hug. Hope looked
at him with fear in her eyes, and quickly jumped back. "Don't touch me," she exclaimed.
He gently walked closer to her and went down to her level. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you
like those horrible people did. You can trust me." He lightly rubbed her on the shoulder.
Hopes eyes teared up, feeling the loving touch of someone for the first time in her life,
which reminded her most of her mother. "We can't let this happen anymore; something
has to change. We have to free the rest of the caged souls and tell everyone of this
dreadful practice. I'm never eating this food again. But first, we need to get you all cared
for. You all are in critical condition." The females herded off to be taken care of
by the wonderful couple and their children, nursed back to heath and given the love that
they've never been able to experience before. They saw the bright blue sky, and the feeling
of grass between their toes. An unfamiliar but amazing experience for every sense in
their bodies to take in. They went to go talk around the United States,
in news casts, interviews and their message was spreading like wildfire.
Slaughterhouses were shutting down left and right as their message became larger. Demand
for the rotting flesh was at an all time low. The beings once occupying the death chambers
were now living with caring families and volunteers who nursed them back to health. Stores were
now stocking up with many more meat, cheese and egg alternatives. As well as more varieties
of fresh fruits, grains, legumes and vegetables. Rates of obesity, heart disease, cancer, high
cholesterol and diabetes were also on the rapid decline.
"I thought I would never be loved, or feel a loving physical contact. Many of us have
never seen the sun rise, or would have thought to see the sun set. We were raised to be murdered,
being abused without any medical care. As they cut my mother's skin, I wondered who
would care. Her screams were unheard, but pierced my ears. Was there anyone out there
that would understand our despair? People don't see behind close doors, they don't understand
what we go through for the meat you do not need. People try to disconnect from their
food, not wanting to hear the horror, as they blindly eat again. So we spread this message
to you, finally having our voice be heard for the first time ever. Please think about
our experience, and all our loved ones brutal experience in the industrialized dairy industry,
egg industry, and slaughterhouses before you take a bite of that flesh. This is our voice,
the animals voice."