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He shoves the old man onto the floor. He's too dazed to fight back when you shove him HARD with your foot, pushing his body close enough to the machine for his shoes to get stuck in the teeth of the machine.
The stainless teeth teeth inside the machine take their sweet, sweet time devouring its new morsel. His shoes and socks are torn to tiny shreds. Tiny shreds which are soon stained red once the teeth sink into his wrinkled flesh.
The sickening sound of bones being pulverized into dust and his flesh being grinded into a liquidly slurry.
The old man tries to drag himself out of the machine but Seath uses his foot to keep the old man from squirming out. Instead, the old man's body is pushed deeper into the machine. Every single inch of his body takes a lot of time and effort out of the artificially slowed down grinder to eat through.
The guards stop thrashing for a moment when they see what you're doing. You can make out a slurry of expressions but the main two ones are FEAR and BLINDING RAGE. Their bodies are now thrashing with the same desperation as their boss. The strands holding them back is straining underneath the amount of physical strain it's being put under.
It holds. For now.
Seath decides to taunt them while he slowly pushes the old man further into the grinder. "This is what you did to dozens of my district's people. To innocent men and women. To innocent animals. Hell, I wouldn't put it above you to do this to children."
"This pain you're feeling?" You kneel down right next to the old man. "It's only equal to 2% of the pain you forced this place to endure."
The grinder has shredded up to the old man's thighs now. There's so much blood and pulverized flesh spilling out onto the floor and soaking into your shoes. The old man is trying to bark out something but all that comes out of his is a high pitch wail that you can already hear echoing down the hallway outside of the room.
The rage that has consumed the guards slowly begins to vanish when they realize that it's already too late. The old man's hips are now nothing more than wet dog food and bonemeal now. Even with the machine being artificially slowed down, it still easily rips into the old man like it was nothing.
You didn't expect what happens next. A torrent of aerosol begins to spray out of every single orifice remaining in the old man's body. A thick, seedy cloud of it that's clearly one last desperate attempt to save himself.
All it takes to avoid it is you and Seath simply stepping back. You don't have to be close to him anymore, the machine already has its hold on him. For good.
Seath doesn't even turn to face the guards. "You'll die like this too. Maybe not as slowly but I hope all of you realize you deserve this." His voice is low and monotone. There's no joy in what he's doing. Only a grim satisfaction. "We'll keep one of you as a survivor."
The female guard you mind-fucked is wide awake now. Her gaze is locked onto her boss being completely pulverized.
