
> I ordered my people to send OUR product out disguised as THEIR product. They caught us, then those BRUTES descended. It would take longer to describe what they DID to me before they threw me in that cage and to the CRC than it took them to do it. I'm terrified of chocolate now.
> [https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03620-i332-for-every-action](https://peakd.com/fiction/@internutter/challenge-03620-i332-for-every-action) -- Lessons
Honestly? After what they did? The minor dismemberment was a relief. It was only pain. It wasn't as relentless as the _other_ experiences. They took three Standard Weeks[1] for them to take me to the judgement facility.
It felt like thirty years.
I would do anything, literally _anything_ to stay away from Pax Humanis' wrath. When they teach a lesson, it _sticks_. You don't forget nightmares like that. You don't forget things like, _All your suffering is your own fault._
What I did was wrong. I understand that. I wanted profit. I wanted to make the competition look bad. I didn't know _anything_ when I set out with that plan and it showed.
Cheaper is not better.
I know that now. They made sure I'll never forget.
I will never forget the taste of my own product. The taste of allergens that made my experience... uncomfortable. Not deadly. They weren't allowed to kill me.
But there are worse things than dying.
Being relentlessly sick certainly stretches the hours. Cold sweats. Hot flashes. Guts attempting to turn themselves inside out. The acidic burn when things forced themselves out of me.
The repeated knowledge was enforced. I was the reason I was sick. Even _humans_ can die from eating too much chocolate. I wish I could have died from that, but my chocolate wasn't nearly as good as it should have been. And the imitation havenworlder-safe stuff was even worse.
It was the 'safe' stuff they fed me. All the time. When they let me eat.
Let's just say that I am severely motivated to pay attention to the CRC's therapy and remedial education.
So long as I never, _EVER_ lay eyes on another piece of chocolate ever again.
[1] Thirty days.
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