Tegan certainly must feel a bit claustrophobic in the cage. Her restlessness, she realizes is a waste of effort. She is going nowhere and will be left to our devices. She then finds herself arched and bound and this new predicament sets off another energy rush. She struggles and writhes in anticipation of what shall follow. We rig her to the milker and set the machine in motion. The sounds of Tegan's whimpers as they interweave with the noise of industry are simply captivating. We then release her and leave her to wonder what else possibly awaits.