By the way, this wont be a story with a happy ending. Yay.
The sligs dragged Fey most of the way through the slaughter house, ignoring his screams which got louder by the minute. They finally reached a dank room. It had a eerie look about it. Placed directly in the centre was a machine, underneath it was a chair. The sligs strapped him tightly onto the chair and waited. The door opened and a glukkon walked in. He was dressed in a crisp suit and looked extremely angry.
"This is the annoying one, boss." One of the sligs said, pointing his gun at Fey's face.
"Good, turn on the machine." The glukkon said idly. The slig ran up to a large red button and pushed it happily. The machine started to whirr and moved towards Fey's open mouth. A set of pincers held his mouth shut whilst something that looked disturbingly like an oversized stapler pressed against his lips. He would have screamed, but the pieces of metal stuck into his lips and gums made it difficult to even breath. The glukkon muttered to the sligs and they took Fey from the chair and dragged him away..
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