Big trigger warning here: Abuse, violation.

For the "sharp objects" skirmish. My mind went to cutting.

She was raped when she was young, by a man seasoned and gruesome. Got pregnant, had no way of aborting. Carried her baby to term, crying every day, but the baby gave her hope. The birth was a clean one, but her baby was taken away by those in power. Now she wailed, a cruel life. A victim with no consolation.

She spent the next few years trapped, no power to find a better life, and her molesters touched her, every single day. They would feed her, and she would eat, instinct for survival kicking in, but the food she hated, because in her heart she knew, if she could stop eating, her misery would be over. But she ate. Instinct.

She wanted to play in the fields, feel the rain on her face, touch grass. But she spent most of her life indoors.

They raped her again, again, again, the same result each time. Pregnancy, birth, stolen, abused.

People who cared tried to save her, but the courts wouldn't listen. It was just the way of the world. A sickening world. Violence breeding more violence. Then people didn't know why they were angry. The activists treated like criminals, while the real criminals profited.

She reached a little before middle-aged, every day miserable, then her abusers slit her throat, bleeding out, dead. They shot a bolt through her head first, though. That makes it humane! "Now who wants burgers? Fresh off the floor, her name was Bessie! Mmm, yum! Bitch stopped producing milk!"