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Human Cattle

Contributed by solidsnake116 on Friday, 17th December 2010 @ 10:00:42 PM in AEST
Topic: surreal

My infant body slides down a conveyor belt.
A large monster with claws lifts me up by the leg and brands me before putting my tiny body back.
Sixteen years pass.
I have grown up in a small bland room with white walls.
One day a set of legs comes out of a chute in the wall.
The are thinner than mine and have a slit in the middle.
Instinct takes over and i do what comes natural.
After i finish the legs disappear back into the wall.
I scream and throw myself at the chute but nothing happens.
The next day another set of legs appears and everything repeats itself.
Ten years pass.
One day a wall slides out and the monsters come.
I try to fight by they stun my with their burn sticks.
I wake up strapped to a block while standing.
I am in a line of others like me, we are slowly moving forward.
There are screams all around me and thick red fluid at my feet.
I don't know what's happening but it isn't good.
I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I don't want to d-a metal spike shoots through my skull.
The straps release and my body falls.
I am carried to another area where the monsters chop my body into pieces.
They strip the meat from the bone and package it into boxes marked SouthLand, 1740.
The boxes are put into vehicles and transported.
I arrive and a monster pulls out a steak from my chest.
He seasons it with basil and cooks it in a zesty herb and garlic sauce.
A bell is rung and the steak is taken to another monster in the dining area who eats it while complaining about how much it costs.

Copyright © solidsnake116 ... [ 2010-12-17 22:00:42]
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