No Compromise
6. Feel
He couldn't feel anything other than pain. They dragged him away, off the production line to the back of the warehouse. Instantly, he understood his mistake. He squirmed, he cried, he sobbed- but they didn't release him when he tried to escape.
The grip on his arm didn't abate until his face was splattered with red, the spray of his friend's blood, by the hands of a cackling, errant guard. "And no one will know they're even gone," the man said, dropping him back onto the line.
They didn't let him wash the blood off. It dried on his skin- dark, crackling.