Now I have to say that hanging around and being in constant brain-numbing pain is actually not that fucking bad. I mean, sure the solution they pumped into my stomach tasted like ass – I think, not like I have another reference – and just hanging there wasn't exactly interesting either but when you get used to the pain, the constant muscle cramps and the steadily increasing number of faces around you screaming random names and accusations at you, it eventually gets normal.
Which meant that I had time to think about stuff, like what the hell they did to my shit. Did it just vanish, was there some complicated system behind me I couldn't see? I mean sure, those are pretty boring questions but I could do either that or count the seconds. Which I actually did, just out of boredom. I mean, at the start this whole affair was just horse cock torture but as time went on I cried less and eventually just wondered what the hell I was there for.
