OT monitors Hazel’s banter with the janitor and decides she is no longer worthy of the comforts of the cage. She is confined to the cold cement floor. Her toes and thumbs curled into irons. Her arms and legs attached to the pear locked in her pussy. OT kicks the soles of her feet and covers it with a single swipe of her tail. She is prepared for her departure to the farm as she gazes into the swirling wormhole of water.