R.I.P - C.O.W The most Unnatural turned Natural Death of Charles Oswald Watkins
There's no window. I stand here, dreaming and searching for the brilliant sun. I'm being led through a chute into the knocking box, where a large cylindrical hold awaits; through which the head pokes and the stun operator presses a pneumatic gun between my eyes. A steel bolt shoots into the skull, which renders me semi-unconscious for a while. They don't want me “too dead” right now; my heart might stop pumping and the body will bleed out too slow or insufficiently. From here, I'm moved down the line to the “shackler” who attaches a chain around one of my legs, and hoists me up in the air, where I now dangle; upside down.
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