Jaime's POV
As I'm bein' dragged in now, into this putrid smellin' place...where ever it is, I'm bein' dragged in feet-first now. I turn my head to my left, then to my right, and notice there are all these tiny hut-like...mini houses! They're like a miniature version of a real hut, and they seem to have some dim-lighting in there too!
I stare not believing my eyes as my trussed-up and gagged self keeps gettin' dragged further and further to something in front of me, but I ain't payin' no attention now, as I'm starin' at some more of these critter-things open them tiny doors of these tiny huts, with light in'em, and they are walking right out from them, starin' right back at me, and at these other critter-things that are draggin' me along, all tied-up and gagged.
I look on some more, as I keep gettin' dragged further and further, and notice there are tiny tables all round after the tiny huts are left behind. There are tiny baskets all over these tables with tiny vegetables and fruits too...like miniature size!
For a moment I return my head upward, and look down to my bared-up feet...and take a quick glimpse at where these critter-things are draggin' me to...and right passed my bared-up feet, before me...there is there somethin' I've only seen on text books a few times...it's a guillotine.
A guillotine is an execution set-up used many centuries ago for the penalty of death...as far as I know. I don't really know much more bout it...but then I realize my trussed-up self is headed in that direction!
I was headed right into a GODDAMN guillotine...WHY WAS I HEADED RIGHT FOR THE GUILLOTINE?!?!?!?!?!?!?
"MNMEROERGHONEROEMNNMOERDMOMNDFOER..." I ain't waist more time before I start my mufflin-mess and trashin my self around tryin' to get free from my bindin' and bitin' into my cloth cleave gag, hopin' I could get loose, cause I needed to get loose, to hightail it outta here, where ever this place is, don't know where I am, but I don't want no part of that guillotine there for me...I DON'T WANT IT, I DON'T...PLEASE GODDAMNIT, I DON'T WANT TO BE IN THAT GUILLOTINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I kept on squirmin and strugglin' now more and more, and mouthin-off some more muffled-up screams cause I ain't wantin' to get my neck ripped off clean!
But these critter-things ain't stoppin' any, they've got me all trussed-up and gagged and keep on draggin' me to this guillotine.
For a minute here, I get distracted, and I turn over to my right and see a large pot, with somethin' boilin' in there, as I can see some smoke, it sounds and looks like it's boilin and cookin' somethin up in there. There are some of these critter-things, climbin' up to it by some steps-latter that was built next to it, with a tiny standing porch on it there. They seem to be cutting up some stuff and throwin' all of it in there.
I go back to lookin' at my main problem before me now...and I look down to my bared-up feet again...now I am right at the guillotine, and I'm bein' positioned on it's wooden bed, the set-up that is positioned before the pieces that hold the blade, that is now locked at the top of this here device.
Something ain't right here, cause these critter-things are not puttin' me head-first into it...I am gettin' placed in there feet-first...why are my bared-up feet going in the guillotine????
Now more confused than ever...cause I ain't got no clue why my bared-up feet would be goin' right in the damn guillotine.
As I'm ponderin' what in the heck these critter-things have in mind here, they all begin to tie me down to the wooden bed of the guillotine. I get tied-up completely to the wooden-bed, my wrists and arms are tied down, tight to it...raised above my head, my chest gets tied to it too, then all over my legs I feel them tiny ropes gettin' tied all over my legs to it too, then I watch as I my bared-up feet get positioned inside the bottom 'holder' piece of the guillotine, the piece that is going to close together with the upper other 'holder' piece, that is now bein' slammed down on both of my bared-up feet, closin shut, and keepin' both my tied-up bared feet, secured in it's center now.
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