Olive's POV
It had been two days since Dave brought me out here for my 'safety'. I had his visiting routine by heart, as a way of ensuring my plan would be perfectly woven.
He visited at nine am everyday with an item in hand. The board game became our bonding strategy but I inconspicuously earned money for it. The cash would help me for a week or two in feeding and housing, before I figured out what to do.
I had finally decided to leave the cottage, unable to sit still knowing that I was being fattened up for slaughter.
So, I gathered some very minimal clothing, a little food that may sustain me for some days, wrapped my babies in thick clothes as the weather was chilly before making my way towards the shed attached to the cottage.
Searching through it, I saw a wooden planter box whee
