Monday 28th, July, 2015
Today was a normal day. Dark hues of blue still clouded the sky as I quietly ate a cup of rice and vegetables. As my boots trudged along the snowy ground, my sunken eyes gazed at the rows of rusted cages. I stood upon the whimpering sounds of white, furry coats as my boss angrily instructed us. There was a flurry of women, each grabbing a rabbit. I quickly grasped one, the softness of their fur petting my skin. My shivering legs dragged me to the steel table, quickly restraining the rabbit with worn leather straps. It started to struggle, with no avail. I released a puff of breathe, the weather freezing the inside of my bones. The knife skins the fur, cleanly cutting it to reveal a fine piece of white angora fur, if I do say so myself. I unbuckle the straps, carelessly throwing the rabbit towards the men for killing as it screams.
I often felt no shame for doing this, after all, they are just animals who die for the sake of fur clothing. I did feel some sympathy in the beginning, but this job pays a lot, and I have to feed my brother, so I turned off my emotions like water freezing into ice. …show more content…
I smiled, waiting for my payment as my blood circulation failed to reach my finger tips. Grumbling could be heard from my stomach, but I ignored it. My boss dumped €112 into my pale hands, asking me to stay for the night shift. I debated whether or not to stay, since last time, I had to harshly skin and kill them with zero mercy in mind. I ended up replying with a nod, travelling back to the cages. I carried four to my table, the lady in front helping me. My fingers hastily grab the rabbits, shoving their throats down as the sharp knife slits through their fur. Screeches and wails came out of the young rabbit, blood trickling out of a vein I accidentally
Today was a normal day. Dark hues of blue still clouded the sky as I quietly ate a cup of rice and vegetables. As my boots trudged along the snowy ground, my sunken eyes gazed at the rows of rusted cages. I stood upon the whimpering sounds of white, furry coats as my boss angrily instructed us. There was a flurry of women, each grabbing a rabbit. I quickly grasped one, the softness of their fur petting my skin. My shivering legs dragged me to the steel table, quickly restraining the rabbit with worn leather straps. It started to struggle, with no avail. I released a puff of breathe, the weather freezing the inside of my bones. The knife skins the fur, cleanly cutting it to reveal a fine piece of white angora fur, if I do say so myself. I unbuckle the straps, carelessly throwing the rabbit towards the men for killing as it screams.
I often felt no shame for doing this, after all, they are just animals who die for the sake of fur clothing. I did feel some sympathy in the beginning, but this job pays a lot, and I have to feed my brother, so I turned off my emotions like water freezing into ice. …show more content…
I smiled, waiting for my payment as my blood circulation failed to reach my finger tips. Grumbling could be heard from my stomach, but I ignored it. My boss dumped €112 into my pale hands, asking me to stay for the night shift. I debated whether or not to stay, since last time, I had to harshly skin and kill them with zero mercy in mind. I ended up replying with a nod, travelling back to the cages. I carried four to my table, the lady in front helping me. My fingers hastily grab the rabbits, shoving their throats down as the sharp knife slits through their fur. Screeches and wails came out of the young rabbit, blood trickling out of a vein I accidentally