Slaughterhouse

The hot air in the sauna room almost suffocated me, and I ran out after five minutes. Dry and vomit a few times. Others did not show much care. The master who rubbed his back had a tiger back and a bear waist, his boxer pants were naked, his shoulder was covered with a dark blue towel, and a pair of big hands with bath towels rubbed repeatedly on the other person’s back, it makes a sanding sound. I suddenly felt very arrogant. The mirror image in front of me made me feel that it was the butcher’s last step to clean the beast before he slaughtered the beast, and the sweat of beans dropped from his face, he dropped on the person who closed his eyes and enjoyed it, but he didn’t know it at all! Everyone was cleaning by themselves, very quiet except for the sound of water. If the people who were rubbed back were the first group of people who were slaughtered, then what about us? Was it the second batch? Whether self-cleaning is just delaying the time of being slaughtered, the ending is inevitable. I suddenly felt that this quietness was a little strange, because they didn’t resist the known ending, or they didn’t know it at all. I thought it was a favor to myself! Next door is the slaughterhouse, and the exit leads to there. There must be blood smell in the air, even the scorching heat.

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