In a world where human-animal hybrids were treated as lesser beings, her name was Mira. A gentle cowgirl with soft brown hair, two small curved horns, and a voluptuous figure that drew cruel attention everywhere she went — especially her large breasts that strained against the cheap uniform she was forced to wear.

For as long as she could remember, Mira’s entire life had been the dusty roadside restaurant. From morning till midnight she served tables, washed dishes, and cleaned floors. Customers mocked her constantly. Some laughed at her horns, calling her “cow bitch” or “walking steak.” Others threw handfuls of grass on the floor and ordered her to eat it on all fours. If she hesitated, either the customers or the restaurant owner would beat her badly. So she ate. She always ate.

Despite her mature body, Mira was painfully innocent. No man had ever touched her. Hybrids like her were seen as animals — not worthy of intimacy, only service and ridicule. She kept her head down, endured the pain, and dreamed quietly of a kinder life.

One rainy evening, while scrubbing the restaurant floor on her already bleeding knees, Mira overheard her boss talking in the back room.

“…Yeah, the cowgirl. Mira. She’s healthy and meaty. Good price for a palace feast. They want her butchered fresh tomorrow night…”

Her blood ran cold. The pain in her knees vanished instantly, replaced by pure terror. They were going to kill her. Cut her up. Eat her.

Without thinking, Mira dropped the rag, climbed through the small kitchen window, and ran.

She ran for three days straight.

Through forests, across rivers, up rocky paths — never stopping. Her bare feet bled, her legs screamed, her lungs burned, but fear kept her moving. Only when her body finally collapsed did she stop.

Half-dead and starving, Mira crawled up a quiet mountain trail and found a small wooden house. The door was unlocked. Desperate, she dragged herself inside, opened the fridge, and began devouring everything she could reach — cold leftovers, stale bread, even spoiled milk. She ate like the animal they always called her, tears streaming down her face.