My pain was gone, like a miracle but my wounds were there. There were no screams as blood splattered over the walls. I tried to sit up in order to look at my surroundings. We were on conveyor belts like in a huge factory. Hundreds on human torsos rolling down while machines chopped off their limbs. They were alive but did not seem to mind being chopped up. Arms flying all over the place, legs dropping to the floor with a loud thud. Then the torso that remains all stacked up together in a large waste basket to be discarded.
My pain was gone just like my leg, as I rolled down the factory of human waste.
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