"You better do it very well, pod boy! The supervisor is coming!" The voice was hushed and directed at Vacuse.
Vacuse tightened his hands and grimaced.
A large, narrow artificial river ran slowly in front of him, the water bloodied and filled with chunks of body parts. From limbs to heads and crushed chests.
Vacuse and the other slaves that stood at the edge of the river continuously dipped their hands into the river, fished out a limb, and began assembling it.
It did not matter what type of limb went with what chest or head, or if the head matched the body. The only requirement was if it fit when they sewed it together with threads.
And most of the bodies were not fresh.
With one week gone by since he started working there, Vacuse was getting used to the smell.
