Her torsoed words struggled, syllabic limbs flailing at Leroy’s ears, but to no avail. The woman below him was just one of the many, why should he really listen to their voices?
“I’m scared…”
Pathetic, spoiled bitch. Leroy was going to enjoy inflicting this harm on ‘Mrs. Stevenson’. He looked down at her, he mascara running down her cheeks as she stared wide eyed at the metel instrument in the man’s hands. “You took a gamble, and now you have to pay the price.”
“It’s not fair!” she shouted before breaking into another fit of sobbing.
“Be that as it may, this -is- going to happen. It’s for your own good anyways” Leroy responded coldly, a small grin to cap off the statement. “Now stay still, it’ll hurt less.”
Mrs Stevenson instinctively flinched and shied away as Leroy brought the source of all her fright closer to the woman’s body. The absolute fear eminating from her eyes followed the instrument and her breathing increased dramatically. Still, after the initial flinch she managed to stay motionless.
Leroy brought the needle about an inch from the skin before skillfully, and quickly plunging it into the vein.
Mrs Stevenson bit her lip, utter hysteria boiling steam out of her nose.
“And we’re done!” Leroy said, wishing it could last longer.
“It took you long enough!” Mrs Stevenson exclaimed angrily.
“Just remember whatever happens in Vegas, doesn’t stay in Vegas. Next time it could be herpies.”
Initially it sounded like a sort of rapist, terror idea.
Then it was actually a doctor and a vaccine or somethin’.
But the herpies hint at the end–yeah.
Let’s talk 'bout pain.
The way I see it:
The hawk was calm.
It soared over the usual obstacle.
It saw something soft, warm,
Made of flesh.
Move closer,
Faster.
Generally when the claw enters the spine,
If the neurve wasn’t cut
The pain would be
A scream.
As Demipris said:
“A scream has more meaning
Then any word.
Scream,
And don’t stop
Killing them
For me.”
(But that quote was a complex situation… Very complex.)
Y’u see:
The most terrifying situations, are the most painful. Pain is an emotion, which is information. Pain tells a story about loss and damage. “Humane” ‘putting-down’ of a pet, or a “humane” slaughtering process of an animal on the farm–is less “painful”–and the illusion is that it is less cruel…
Really, a painless death is worse then a painful death.
A painless death is a death of ignorance.
Ignorance is the sweet dream, the pit, the shaddow, and the hole that the fetus returns to–even during it’s adult form…
When I watch someone or something die screaming, I understand it.
Each time I see it,
I remember it’s meaning.
Protect, nourish, cherish and retain all things alive;
Yourself especially.
That’s all it means. Don’t be affraid of it.