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two men wearing clean suits walked in one wheeling a portable freezer. Neither of the them spoke, or if they did Coleen could not hear them. She sat curled frozen in terror, but strangely at peace, she had lived the last hour or so in mortal terror of the worst that could happen. Now that it was about to she found herself finding a strangely terrified peace in that fact.

The taller of the two men leant forward and grabbing her wrist pulled her arm out to full extension while the second man measured her arm and marked before drawing from a bath of sterilizing fluid a machine that would have reminded Coleens mother of the cutters firemen in the old days would have used to cut victims from crashed cars.

To Coleen they just looked like approaching death. She saw the jaws snap open and closed her eyes as they were placed around the flesh of her upper arm at the precise point that had been marked.

She shrieked as the blades sliced through her muscles, her last conscious thought was of how it sounded just like an angry hornet as what felt like a saw built into it cut through her bone.

The men finished quickly cutting her limbs to fill the precise needs of todays order from members of the afflicted upper classes. Soon those limbs would find their way to surgeons and on to compatible bodies with cash. The blood and organs too would find their way to needy people with the where with all to afford them. Finishing for the day they chatted brightly to one another, seeing themselves not as murderers or monsters just two white collar, white guys doing another days work with the jaws of life.

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