She pressed her body in the corner of her stall. This was the first time in all of her memory that she could finally lay down. The floor was cold hard cement with feces and blood littering the floor. Straw was scattered about in a pathetic attempt to add some form of comfort for the prisons denizens.

She wanted to cry.. she wanted to sob. She wanted to scream at the world and make it feel the pain she was feeling now.

Her body was broken and she was in continuous pain. But the pain of losing her mother was tearing into her soul. She was grateful she could finally lay down now, though. She couldn't stand anymore, her wardens stopped feeding and offering water a day earlier. It was a cruel trade off. She was moved from her old prison which consisted of a cell that would only allow her to stand. She couldn't even remember what it was like to be able to sit, move, or lay down prior to her current cell.

But at least now she could lay down. And she did, she laid down broken and cried but she was so dehydrated from lack of water no tears came. Despite the nightmarish environment, this was the most comfort she had in her short brutal life. Her sobbing ceased and sleep took her temporarily away from this hell.

She was awoken to a hellish sound of metal creaking and scraping as the door to her cell was violently thrown open. Two men dressed in jumpsuits with bloody aprons adorning them walked in to her cell.  Their faces held sneers as they approached her, they said nothing as they roughly grabbed her and handled her out of the cell.

She screamed and struggled to break free, but she was weak still and soon gave up and let the men drag her down the hallway. She then heard a loud scream that sounded like death from up ahead. She found some inner strength somehow and attempted to break free from her captives. Their grip strengthened and when that wasn't enough they stopped and hit and kicked her until she ceased resisting.

She couldn't get up or stand by herself. The men didn't care, they dragged her along the floor. The screams became more frequent as she was dragged closer. The smells of the prison changed as well from feces and sweat to blood. She felt wetness on her cheek and opened her eyes to see what it was. She saw the reason for the new smell. Rivers of blood poured across the floor from the dark hallway ahead. She tried to scream.

The hallway went dark and then she was dragged through some double doors. The new room was full of others like herself. She was pushed into the group of others as if she was discarded trash from her captors. She huddled with the others, everyone was shaking and pissing themselves every time they heard another death scream. Some would try to run back out of the room but their captors were blocking the exit. They would beat the ones brutally that attempted to escape. The men started pushing them out of the room into another hallway. This hallway was like a factory line. The others like her were in line one by one. Every so often they would hear a scream and soon after the line would move a few steps. The ones that couldn't walked were pushed or dragged along the floor or punched and kicked until they moved forward.The floor was slick with blood, the noises ahead grew louder as she was getting closer.

Waves of fear rolled over her body, she vomited. She was going to die soon! She screamed and struggled to try to get up and get away. She was pummeled for her efforts and she collapsed back onto the floor. At least she would be with her mother soon was all she could think.

She had to be dragged into the next room. She was covered red with blood, dirt, and feces. This new room had more lights and their was a constant buzzing sound. She opened her eyes to see the one like her in front pulled forth by their captors and violently bent over. She was naked, beaten, and covered with blood like herself. She fought, and almost broke away from her captives grasp.

Somehow the men's evil sneers became more angrier and they bent her over and beat her with clubs. Their anger seemed to release with their blows and their sneers turned into wicked smiles as they clubbed her until their arms tired.

The girl like her laid face down and not moving... she wasn't sure if the girl was dead. The men that beat her grabbed her, one held her up and the other reached for an object that looked like a long metal rod. The man holding the rod noticed she was watching, he smiled at her which caused her to repulse in fear. She wanted to look away...

The man holding the metal rod turned away from her and grabbed the girl and plunged the tip into her anus. There was a button on the handle of the rod, then man pushed it and the lights flickered, the buzzing sound reached a crescendo, and the girl that seemed to be unconscious awoken one last time to let out a death scream that shook the air.

The men dragged her dead body forward to the next man waiting. He took the girl's corpse and hung it on a sharp steel hook that hung from the ceiling. He pulled a wicked knife from its sheath that hung off his belt and began to cut away her skin. He did it with great efficiency and skill as if he had done this many times before. The corpse was soon flayed within minutes and pushed along as if it were some sort of factory of death. She saw the next man waiting was holding a saw and he proceeded to cut the corpse up more. As the organs spilled onto the floor she saw the heart was still beating... the girl wasn't dead from the electrocution and was skinned alive -- the gutting was the death blow.

She couldn't believe the horror she was witnessing now. Her reality was going to come to a painful and hellish ending soon. One of the men reached for her, somehow she summoned strength from deep inside. The fear of impending death caused her body to surge forward...

As the man reached out for her about her face she bit him. She was able to get her mouth locked onto his thumb and she bit down as hard as she could. The man screamed and another man ran up to help him.

They tried to beat her to death, she didn't care and was hoping they would in case the anal electrocution only knocked her unconscious prior to being skinned and gutted.

She wasn't going to let go, the man's screams somehow prevented her from feeling the clubs beating about her head and body. Finally the man pulled his hand free... but it was missing a thumb.

She spit it out on the floor and collapsed into unconsciousness.

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It was the end of a long day, and Eliza was tired and hungry. She got in her car and debated for a couple minutes before turning the ignition key if she should go to the gym before going home...

She was tired and worked a twelve hour day, it didn't take much for her to talk herself out of the idea of going to the gym. And it was even easier to convince herself she deserved a reward for all the bullshit she put up with at work today!

On her way home she made sure to stop at her favorite fast-food hamburger place. She felt guilty about getting it, she had been gaining extra weight lately. And she knew it was from working so much, she would make sure she went to the gym tomorrow!

She munched on her french fries and sucked on the giant container of soda that was oddly shaped so it could be huge and still fit in a cup holder in a vehicle.

She got home and immediately went to her bed with her food. She was going to lay in bed and eat and catch up with social media and watch her favorite show while she ate her burger.

She propped herself up with pillows on her bed then set her tablet on her lap and she pulled open the grease stained bag and reached for her burger. She went to a social media site first and she was instantly appalled at wheat she was seeing... the media feed was populated with pics of some douche bag hunter standing over a dead lion he had shot.

She started tapping on her tablet screen to expand the stories and read more about this fucked up tragedy. She became more and more incensed at the audacity of this asshole and how he can just pose so proudly over this poor dead lion. The story was outrageous, the lion was famous and even had a name.

She paused to take a bit of her hamburger...

Between taking bites and chewing she was furiously typing away responses to posts and pics of this story about some famous lion killed.

"This asshole needs to be shot a hundred times with a crossbow! Someone should kill this cruel man!" She added to posts -- she then paused in the middle of typing more of her rant to take another bite from her hamburger...

When taking her last bite from her hamburger she felt her teeth bite into something that wasn't supposed to be in the burger. At first she thought it was just some tough meat in the burger but when she chewed more she could tell it was something else. She quickly stopped chewing and spit it out.

She was relieved a bit when she saw it was just some bone and cartilage. She put it aside and finished her burger then went back to typing her disdain about the hunter that killed the lion.

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"Did you hear Vern lost a thumb?" the man was dressed in a uniformed jumpsuit with a dirty apron that was stained with blood. He was addressing the similarly dressed man next to him while he pushed a shovel across the floor.

"Yeah I heard some young heifer bit it clean off!" The other man helped guide the floor cuttings of meat the other man was shoveling into a hopper.

"Did they find the thumb?" The man shoveling asked incredulously.

"Hell no!" The other man let out a belly laugh then continued, "I wonder if My Fitness Pal has the calorie count for a Thumb Burger!"

The two men laughed together as they finished shoveling the floor scraps into the burger meat grinder hopper.

         Brown finished looking at the text message on his phone and replied to his buddy that he would to stop on over and they would hang out and find something to do on the hot summer day.  Mike Brown just met his new friend a couple of months ago. Dorian was legit, he was from a tough neighborhood and he was exposed to violence at a young age. But Mike didn't like him for that. What Mike appreciated about Dorian is that even though he grew up hard and was even shot once, he got his life together and was going to college. Mike respected that and looked up to Dorian. Mike was starting college himself in a few days and wasn't sure what to expect. But his friendship with Dorian put some of his concerns at ease, Dorian was more than a friend, he was a mentor to Mike.

            In the neighborhood he was known as “Big Mike” because of his size. Standing at six feet four inches and three hundred pounds, “Big” was somewhat of an understatement. But Mike didn't use his size to bully or beat anyone; for the most part he was a “gentle giant”. Mike loved his family and was well liked in school and everyone was proud of him for being accepted into a local college. Mike wasn't perfect, but he was far from a career criminal and he was on his way to bettering himself. It was somewhat scary for Mike in the direction his life was going, not many in his family have been to college and many didn't even graduate high school. For that reason Mike was glad he met Dorian who had been through so much worse and was still able to better himself. Having a friend like Dorian that had experienced so much and still straightened himself out gave Mike confidence he could do it also. And hanging out with Dorian was always fun, Dorian had “street-cred” that made him real. Dorian wasn't some punk pretending to be an “OG” that actually grew up in the suburbs somewhere. Dorian had the bullet scar to prove it – and he had the perseverance to overcome these life obstacles that statistically were greatly against him.

            Mike met Dorian outside of his place, the two exchanged handshakes and talked a bit about what they wanted to do. They both enjoyed smoking marijuana and they talked about getting some cigarillos to make a blunt to smoke. They decided to stop at a nearby convenience store that was along the way back to Mike’s house where they were going to hang out and play video games and listen to music and convince his Grandma to make some food for them later. It would be a good way to relax before they both started college up the following week. Mike had one blunt left so they smoked it along the way and soon both were getting goofy and joking around on their way to the store.

            On their way in to the store Dorian told Mike he was low on money and wasn't sure if he had enough on him to buy the cigarillos. Mike told him not to worry and he would take care of it. Mike was eighteen years old, granted he is legally an adult, but, like a lot of young people he was still prone to do dumb things sometimes. Mike decided to just grab a couple packs of cigarillos and proceeded to casually walk out. Dorian freaked out, he didn't survive a bullet wound and put all the work into turning his life around just to blow it all on doing something stupid like this. Dorian felt his heart race, he knew there were cameras in the store and he saw that the store worker witnessed Mike blatantly grab the cigarillos without planning on paying.

            Mike looked over at Dorian and gave a sly smile but then the store worker approached him and stood in his way demanding he hand over the stolen cigarillos. Mike was surprised that the store worker who was a lot smaller than him had actually stood up and confronted him. Mike wasn't violent but he had in the past used his size to his advantage. A couple times before in his life he would pick things up that weren't his and walk off casually with the items and most the time no one confronted him. He never used a weapon or beat anyone; he would just ignore them if they said anything and walk away. He didn't use a weapon (in his mind) and never hurt anyone so he didn't think much about it. But this store worker wasn't having any of it. He got in Mike’s face and wouldn't get out of the way. Mike told the store worker to get the hell out of his way and pushed him aside. The worker stumbled a bit and yelled at Mike that he was going to call the police.

            Dorian was scared. But for some reason whether it was the ignorance of youth, or they were high on weed, Mike wasn't taking this seriously and kept telling him to relax and nothing was going to happen. Dorian didn't have a good feeling at all about this and no amount of assurance from Mike eased his fears.

            Big Mike wasn't getting it. He wasn't sure why Dorian was freaking out so much. It was just some cigarillos. Mike was confused. He thought the way he took the cigarillos would impress Dorian. But it did the opposite. Dorian wasn't impressed at all and expressed his displeasure with Mike’s actions. Mike told Dorian to chill the hell out and everything would be OK.

            But everything wouldn't be OK… The store worker did indeed report the crime to the police. But the police SUV that approached them wasn't there to arrest them for that.

            Officer Wilson was pretty much the average white, male, cop. He was married and soon to be expecting their first child. Officer Wilson just received a call over the radio to respond to a mother in distress with an infant. He confirmed he had accepted the call and sped his SUV up down the road towards the destination when he came upon two black males walking in the middle of the street. Wilson had to brake to avoid hitting them and swore to himself, why the hell do black people walk in the middle of the street all the time?

            Dorian noticed Officer Wilson and wasn't sure what to do next. He wanted to run but he figured he couldn't leave his friend behind and after all he didn't steal the cigarillos and he was actually against Mike from doing what he did. Dorian was relieved when he heard the officer roll down his window and ask them why they are not using the sidewalks. Dorian responded as non-confrontational as he could that they were almost at their destination and were just crossing the street.

Officer Wilson told them both the get the fuck on the sidewalk. Mike told Officer Wilson he didn't give a fuck what he had to say. Dorian felt his heart race again.

Officer Wilson felt his blood race to his head when he heard the one bigger black male tell him to fuck off. Who the fuck does this stupid nigger think he is? Wilson put his anger to the front of his thought process, he wasn't even thinking about the previous call he was traveling to. Wilson was fed up with the general attitude of this black thug culture. He was going to teach this nigger respect. Without thinking of the safety of bystanders or the two black thugs, he slammed his SUV into reverse and drove up to the two within inches of hitting them. Wilson was yelling at the men asking them what they just said, he tried opening his door and but due to the close proximity to the two men his door didn't open all the way and was blocked unintentionally by Mike. Wilson became infuriated.

Mike and Dorian were startled and jumped back when the SUV door banged into them. Officer Wilson thought they were trying to get away so he grabbed onto Mike. Officer Wilson grabbed Mike’s right arm with his left hand and his right arm reached around Mike’s neck. Officer Wilson could feel Mike try to struggle free so he strengthened his hold on Mike pulling him into his SUV.

Officer Wilson was a big man himself standing over six feet and over two hundred pounds. He lifted weights and had police combat training but he soon found himself not able to overpower Mike who was bigger, heavier, and was outside the SUV door. Dorian wasn't sure what to do next. He wasn't going to intervene but he couldn't just run away leaving his friend. Mike couldn't get away completely, Officer Wilson wouldn't let go of Mike’s arm. Mike looked at Dorian and handed the cigarillos to him and then punched Officer Wilson in the face along his jaw in an attempt to break Officer Wilson’s hold.

Officer Wilson’s anger soon changed to fear when he felt the first punch land. This wasn't going the way Officer Wilson wanted it to. This young black man didn't respond to his commands the way a nigger should obey the police. But he wasn't letting this mother-fucker go. Officer Wilson started reaching for his side arm and yelled at Mike he was going to shoot him if he didn't stop.

Mike yelled back calling Officer Wilson a pussy because he was resorting to his gun. This wasn't an officer arresting a suspect it was a brawl between two angry and scared men, and one of these men had a handgun and the law to hide behind. Officer Wilson let off two shots, the first one blew Mikes thumb almost completely off and Wilson didn't even see what he was aiming at for the second shot. Glass shattered and blood sprayed everywhere and Mike was finally free to escape Officer Wilson’s hold. Dorian was familiar to this scene of violence and didn't want anything to do with it and took cover behind a car he didn't want to get hit by Officer Wilson’s stray bullets. Dorian’s mind raced, he wasn't sure what to do. Who do you call when you need help from the police?

Big Mike took off running behind the police SUV, he made eye contact with Dorian and told him to get running. Officer Wilson got out of the SUV yelling at Mike to stop and get down while at the same time he let loose more rounds from his sidearm. Dorian ducked behind the car because of the wild shooting from Officer Wilson. Dorian could see Mike still and it looked like he got grazed possibly by one of the bullets. Mike stopped running and turned around. Officer Wilson was advancing with his weapon aimed at Mike, he kept yelling at Mike to stop and get down. Mike attempted to raise his hands but Dorian could see Mike was in excruciating pain. Dorian had been shot before and knew all too well how painful it felt. Mike had his right thumb blown off from a bullet and was holding it close to his body as most people do with painful injuries. Mike was moaning in pain while trying to keep his hands up and get down to the ground as Officer Wilson was instructing him to do but with the injury to his right hand it was an impossible order to comply with.

Mike was scared he had never been shot before. The pain felt like a hot fiery razor cut his thumb off, and now as he cradled it close to his body in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain. It was throbbing fast keeping pace with his heartbeat. He wanted this to stop, he wanted his mom, and he wanted to live. He was struggling to keep his hands up; it was difficult due to the gunshot wound on his right hand. He started to get down to the ground which was made even more difficult because he was woozy from bleeding profusely from the gruesome hand wound. He was a very large man, he stumbled forward a bit as he was trying to get down to the ground with only one hand to help stabilize him. He had to hold his right hand close to his body because due to the wound he wouldn't be able to use it to help support himself while he was lowering himself down to the ground.

Officer Wilson wasn't finished yet. It wasn't going to end with Mike being hand-cuffed and taken to jail. Officer Derek Wilson decided to unload the rest of his hand gun’s clip into Michael Brown. Officer Derek Wilson murdered two people that day, he murdered Michael Brown, and he murdered his own humanity that day and left it face down in a pool of blood in the middle of a sun baked street in Ferguson, Missouri.