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How could she have known? She's not responsible. She was just a shy girl working where they'd pay her so she could eat and live.
That won't save her. She'll suffer.

The factory had been taken. She worked there, made friends there, sometimes napped there, and now was to be tortured there.
My men, blessed with a victory after a long costly battle, demanded to have their fun. I'd long ago given up on trying care for prisoners. Food alone was too much, let alone any meaningful placement for them. But they'd grown more and more bloodthirsty, tiring of standard executions, which were unpleasant for me. Seeing mothers have their throats sliced open for loving their sons has haunted me every dream since.
I thought they'd tire of executions and want better for this world, but they tired only of mercy and repetition.

Now this poor girl was their fix.


...
"NO PLEASE!" SMACK instantly she was slapped for not complying.
Naked and mortified, she reached a realization as we reached our destination.

She wore only the ropes binding her wrists in front of her to a car. We all had trucks to ride in, she had been marching at a speedy hustle for several hours now. Nobody spoke to her except to taunt her.

Her bubbling bowels had let loose endless streams of diarrhea and a big turd, as her diet had been... sad.

"Well, we could spare her for some time at least." My right hand man, a skilled technician and fighter, and the same man who sat on the back of our truck and had slapped her for begging, decided she could be paraded around the factory for some time. His driver accelerated until she tripped and was dragged on the ground for a time before being forced to stand again.

"Come now, we'll get back to this. We need her legs to have a break." I told my second.
"Always the softy." My men chuckled.

We brought her inside the factory. She was cold and nude, eyeing the assembly belt and it's refurbished workings.
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