The “Calves,” the pre-teen girls, were spared the breeding but suffered a unique horror. They were not milked for substance, but for practice. They were used to train new handlers and guards. They were tied to small chairs and forced to perform oral sex on dozens of men a day. They were taught to call their abusers “Master” and “Papa.” If they cried or resisted, they were punished by being placed in a small, dark closet with a speaker that blared Hindu devotional songs at deafening volumes for hours on end.
The fate of the women was a slow, grinding annihilation. Those who became pregnant were kept until they gave birth, their babies taken from them immediately. After birth, they were given a month to “recover” before being put back into the milking and breeding cycle. Those who failed to lactate or conceive were deemed “unproductive.” Their final humiliation was to be sold off in a private auction to the highest bidder, often ending up in the brothels of major cities, their minds and bodies permanently broken. The facility was a factory of suffering, a place where human beings were turned into commodities, their bodies farmed and their souls extinguished, all under the dark shadow of a conflict that had sanctioned every imaginable depravity
Two months into the spiraling conflict, a new, perverse industry took root in the underbelly of Kolkata, a city with a long, documented history of grappling with human trafficking networks ^1^. In a derelict tannery complex in the marshy outskirts, a Muslim-owned facility was established, a place of unimaginable degradation that operated under the cynical guise of “reproductive reclamation.” It was a direct, brutal response to the horrors being perpetrated in Kashmir, a dark mirror reflecting the nation’s madness.
The facility was a human livestock farm. Hindu girls and women, abducted from upper-middle-class neighborhoods during targeted raids, were the stock. Upon arrival, their identities were systematically erased. Their ornate sarees and bindis were burned. Their heads were shaved, and they were hosed down with water laced with cheap antiseptic. Each was then fitted with a thick, steel collar, engraved not with a number, but with a Hindi word for “impure” or “unclean,” a constant, chafing reminder of their new status.
They were sorted by age with chilling efficiency. The pre-teen girls were designated “Chicks.” The teenagers were “Mares,” and the women, especially mothers, were “Cows.”
The daily routine was a meticulously orchestrated cycle of sexual humiliation. The “milking” was the central ritual. The “Cows” and “Mares” were herded into a large, tiled room that stank of bleach and fear. They were strapped into individual stalls, bent over and immobilized. Their breasts were pulled through holes in the stalls and attached to cold, mechanical pumps. The pumps weren’t for extracting milk; they were for inducing a state of constant, agonizing arousal and pain. As the machines rhythmically tugged at their nipples, a handler would move from stall to stall, violating them anally with a lubricated, vibrating wand designed to force a physical response. The goal was to break their bodies and minds, to make them feel the profound shame of their own flesh betraying them under torture. Some women, after weeks of this relentless hormonal and physical assault, began to produce small amounts of milk, which was collected in small bottles and sold on the black market as a grotesque trophy of their subjugation.