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.
