The pain. Unable to breathe. They can't breathe. It won't let them. They beg. They beg for help. No one can hear their pleas for help, for their shell is their coffin. They hear the pitter-patter of humans around them. They scream. But their calls, no, their begs cannot be heard. They ignore them, as their life is more meaningful then theirs. Yet they still scream. The mercy of death is non-existant, for only humans deserve it. And yet, the torture just begins. The humans gather melons. Their screams still cannot be heard once their coffin is broken, for the liquid has taken them. The pain is still existant, no doubt, although the liquid silences their pleas. And then, it begins. The humans feast upon the melons. Their teeth dig into their flesh. No, only humans deserve flesh. The teeth rip apart their every being. They spit out their organs, and continue the feast, all while the melon cannot breathe. Cannot cry. Cannot plea. Cannot beg.
