Mincy was enduring a pain he had never experienced in his life. Chunks of his flesh were being ripped and his face shredded as finely as grated cheese. In the innermost depths of his mind, beyond the repeatedly activated, pain receptors, Mincy began to question the fruitlessness of his short existence. He wondered why he had always been dealt the short straw in life and what, if any, purpose he actually served over the years.
“Ah, please stop. Just please. No” Mincy sobbed with a pain only ever felt by the most ill-fated members of humanity.
One of the relentless canines hovered over the head of Mincy and sliced the left side of his throat with its razor, sharp paw. Blood began to spray, like champagne at the end of a race, from his jugular vein.
Mincy’s eyes closed. Darkness
