Oh, the pain. It dominates my entire being. It consumes me and my mind until it is all I can think about right now. I can’t remember who I was before, what I am, who I’ve become.
None of it matters. Just the pain and torture I am forced to endure right now.
I scream and scream as this metallic machine grinds my parts from the bottom to the top. Some of my fats spill out and unto the floor and my torturer merely steps on it. He doesn’t even hear me scream as he continues on to grind every part of my being.
The machine whirred and clanked, louder than my cries of pain. A million of my tendons stretched until it all snapped. I could hear it all go down the machine’s chute and my tears along with it.
When the machine stopped, I almost collapsed in relief. How could I still be alive? I should be long dead by now. How am I still witnessing this?
But my torturer didn’t stop there. He gathered my tattered parts and carried me to another machine.
I watched in absolute horror as I heard the squish of my meat being pressed together; as if the torturer felt he made a mistake and decided to try to put me together in a messy way.
The pain was a lot worse; I don’t even want to describe it anymore.
After the process, I was placed between a few more prisoners. They cried and wailed as well.
“What’s going on?” I croaked, my voice sore. “How am I still alive?”
“We don’t know,” they replied in unison. “All we know is that we are sent to be eaten.”
“Oh my god,” my voice trembled. I couldn’t take it any longer.
I wanted to die now.
I heard a thud, then another. And all I could remember before darkness engulfed me was huge teeth, drool, a tongue, and parts from my relatives.
My dear readers, I am terribly sorry, but here ends the journey of the beef patty. He was placed in a giant burger and devoured whole by a very hungry tourist. Rest in Peace… your legacy shall be passed on.