Peter had his enemas and stomach flush and now is the last boy on the killing floor.  His arms and legs are weak and he is pissing himself.  He doesn’t watch anymore but can hear the guttural moans and screams as the other boys from the transport truck are gutted and cleaned.

He did watch the butchers at first all reaching into the open bellies of squirming boys, massaging something that quieted them and made their small penises grow rigid to quiver and spurt pearly white loads. He’ll be next on a table to moan; ”… don't stop … please don't stop …"