The last thing I remember was the sun. The warm rays of the sun across green, tangled with a cooling breeze. It was in normality, just like yesterday or the day before. The same thing, day after day, and it was comforting. The wind against me, blowing from miles and miles off. It was telling me I was free. I was completely free. That’s when they came. They were quick, and I couldn’t run. They were everywhere, they were stronger. I screamed, no one heard. There was pain, they took me.
Where am I? It’s dark, and so many noises that I couldn’t make out where each individual one was coming from. The stench was unbearable, filling my senses, making me dizzy. The smell of death surrounded me. It was hot, but not what I had felt before- it was a sticky, humid hot. It was like heat radiated from everything around me. Against the sweat plastering air, the ground was ice. Cold hard ice under my swollen body. It was then that I realized my body was broken. Pain seared through every limb, every nerve. Every touch and movement caused pain. I wept to no response. The noises grew louder as I came to. They were everywhere, hurrying past with others, some limp, some flailing- screaming in their arms. Others were dragged, or even thrown. Screams echoed off the walls, screams I’d never before heard. Screams no one should ever have to hear.
I could feel wet plastered on my body, red, warm. And it was everywhere, not just on me, but smeared across the hard floor, across the metal , the walls, them. Pain. It surged through my body, crippled my stomach. I cried. A cry no one should ever have to cry. My throat was dry, my stomach felt hollow. They took them, one by one, crying, writhing, helpless. I watched it all. I tried to turn away, but my body wouldn’t allow it. Protesting with more pain, I couldn’t look away. Torture. All of us.
Then they came for me, too. My body convulsed as they took me up into their plastered, red arms. Twisting my already ruined body into more unbearable pain. I couldn’t take it. Murderer, they smelled of death. With every kick, with every struggle, the pain grew deeper into my nerves, into my bones. Surely I couldn’t be fixed from this state. I couldn’t tell what was broken and what wasn’t. It didn’t matter now though, there was no way out. They would do to me as they did to the others. Fear. Panic. The horrible clanking, grinding, beeping of a machine. Cold metal, alive, blood thirsty. I cried out. They didn’t care. It was like I wasn’t even there. I couldn’t understand. Echoes of torture, they cried their last cries. I cried with them. There was no escape.
(I don't understand how people can't see animal cruelty the way I do.)
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