Torture

Exhausted and horrified, I ended my resistive efforts as they tied me down on the chair. I gasped a few breaths and began wriggling again, my wrists and my ankles against the coarse industrial rope. Understandably, my captors were not pleased and promptly landed another blow on me. I stopped trying for a while.

“You fool!” they said, “You cannot escape this. Now open your eyes and watch!”

They started with the sheet metal and pressed it firmly into shape. I winced. Almost involuntarily I closed my eyes further annoying them and earning another slap on the face and painfully had my eyes taped open. How did it come to this? How could they do this to her?

As soon as they were done with the sheet metal, they began with the plastics. I watched this, through my taped eyes, in intense pain. They rounded the plastic and cheapened it. Added useless inserts and red led colors to further vilify her…

My wrists showed signs of slight bleeding but that pain was in no way comparable to the visual ordeal I was undergoing. Now, they turned her around and adorned her with devilish reptilian eyes. Two eyes or perhaps four, I could not make out with any certainty. As she looked at me with those ill-conceived and severely ugly eyes I could not help but produce tears. I wanted to cry myself to death.

Watching me squeal, the design engineers let out a rapturous roar. I hoped against all odds that they would stop now. But, instead, they gave me another wallop as if it were due, and continued their crime on her behind. As they turned her around I wanted to look away but my head was held firmly in place.

Like two mis-matching body parts from different animals, her rear now looked disfigured and diseased. There were red and black marks. I could hear her spirit die.

I had no more strength. No more tears. My throat was parched dry. My feet felt numb and my hand felt dead. I could not grieve more. What more can they do me?

And that’s when the Pontiac engineers decided to paint the Aztek sewage yellow.

“The Aztek left us for better fortunes a year ago. She is now in a better place and no longer under the hands of those maniacal design engineers. Let pray for her soul to rest in peace.”