The slave processing industry (15)
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“All this fidgeting won't do you any good, we could hang overweight elephants from this rail,” grumbled the processor. The female material had not been cleaned for days and therefore had to be thoroughly sanitized before final processing and storage. The dark brown specimen, which had previously put up some resistance to her processor, naturally had to be fixed in place. This meant that the servant had both hands free to apply the harsh detergent, which then had sufficient time to work into the skin. As the rubber-coated production servant then unrolled the hose, the strength of the female hanging from the ceiling was already noticeably diminishing: “Remember that the walls of this cell are airtight and soundproof for a reason. You won't impress anyone outside this room, but rather be an interesting sight for the guards.”
The water was freezing cold and the female, dangling by her arms in the wet cell, screamed like a banshee as she was subsequently washed down. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets in shock at the hard jet hitting her body and the shrill shrieks made the second victim they had brought into the room flinch in fear. Now was the time for a little revenge for the processor: “Your little caves downstairs must stink terribly because you haven't taken care of it for a long time, right? Let me take do this for you quickly, otherwise we'll have to endure the stench in the next stage.” While she said this with a mean grin, cold shivers shot through the future slave's abdomen.
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