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*trigger warning:
+ violence + self-abandonment + death +
*the full warning and list of triggers to be found in part 2
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He looked along his body to his own testicles. Maybe the things would get rid of the body if they were crushed and couldn't produce any sperm anymore. The thought lingered but he didn't act on it. His world had shrunken to the inside of his own head and the walk to the room. It was as if a blanket weighed down on him and dulled everything. His emotions on the inside. Everything the body felt on the outside. It didn't really matter if he ate or drank anything. It didn't really matter if it was warm or cold. Did it matter whether he breathed or not? Did he still breathe?
The things came back. Hadn't they just taken the body to the room? He couldn't be bothered standing up. One of the things grabbed his ankle and dragged him along to the room. It draped the body over the bench and started manipulating it. He could feel the burning sensation of a few droplets of hot liquid exiting the body. Flashing lights registered. Then the body was dragged out of the room. The body wasn't taken back to the pen. Understanding trickled into the brain slowly. No more semen from the body. No more use for the body. Maybe they would kill the body quickly. Maybe it would all come to an end.
The thing let go of the body. He felt the body fall to the floor, the fall being broken by what seemed to be other bodies. There was movement. And groaning. The smell of rotting flesh, blood, refuse and disease registered. Further down the white of bones. There was no strength left to hit the head of the body against anything.
There was just waiting in agony and rotting until organ failure or dehydration finished off the body.
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A thud roused him from his comatose state. He could feel the body being buried under more bodies. Bones snapped. Something dug into one eye. Pain penetrated through the self-abandonment that blanketed his consciousness. He felt the body being compressed. There was no air. There was no strength to lift the bodies head. There was no strength to dig the body out of the piled-up bodies left to rot. There was no hope. Panic rushed through the veins of the body as it spasmed. It was followed by no more movement.
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