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This mindless creature, still strapped at the ankles to the gurney, was officially a thing, no more conscious of its own life than an insect. A man suffered no moral quandaries putting an insect to death.
They came to her like flies to the spider, like moths to the flame: these monsters dressed as men, rotten little boys who still feared their mothers, their sisters, daughters and wives.

