The pig stumbles through the trees, running as fast as her stubby little legs will carry her; her tits swigging, and her fat jiggling. Her plastic piggy snout slips down her face as she runs.. She's breathless already, and really hasn't run far. She can still hear the voices and laughter of the men, albeit distant. She can't decide what her best option is right now. "Do I run? Or do I hide?"
She knows that if she keeps running, she'll clumsily stagger around, making loads of noise, and she will certainly not be able to outrun a gang of men, determined on hunting their prey. She runs a little further, ensuring she's put some distance between herself and them, before looking around for a good hiding place. She scrambles down a little slope towards the river, and finds a bush that she feels might conceal her. She scrambles through some of the leaves and branches, wincing slightly as they scratch at her skin. She tries to steady her breathing, and be as still as possible. Maybe, just maybe, they won't find her here.
She sits for a few minutes, before she hears the men coming closer. She hears them laughing, calling out to her, and it makes her shudder. Their voices die down, fading away, and she breathes a sigh of relief, believing them to be moving on. She can't believe she's actually escaped them. But of course, it was too good to be true. Hands grab her from behind, and drag her out of the bush. She kicks and flails and fights against her assailant, who roughly manhandles her. In a wild, panicked attempt at escape, she sinks her teeth into his forearm.
"Ow! You little fucker!"