The more you know! - Writing

It is cruel, it always is.

But an animal who knows nothing but the cold press of a knife against them would see cruelty as something else, mistake it for warmth, for an embrace. Mistake it for the only thing it wishes and prays for: softness.

Oh but it could not know that they were opposites, how could it know after all?

So she walks in the trap, easily, without a fight or questioning, and waits like an obedient dog. Waits for the warmth embrace, the gentle touches, and the soft feelings that should come as a reward.

It is a pitiable thing really. They say ignorance is bliss, but that means nothing when the lack of knowledge will make you either be a thing to be used, or made to be the perfect test subject of destiny. Maybe there are people that bet how and when the bliss is forcefully taken out, the day you lose ignorance because you know now, and there is no forgetting, no going back.

And so: you watch. Because knowledge is power, because it is a burden to carry, because it is the punishment of having a consciousness, and the only way of alleviating the punishment is to pass it on. A type of sadism maybe, after all what type of alleviation would it be if it is by you making someone else suffer with you till the end.

It doesn't matter in the end really.

Because cruelty will follow those who can easily mistake it or those who feel the most, or even the unlucky ones who are both of these things. It always has done this, and always will, it is not a choice but a fact. People must suffer, regardless of the notion of deserving invented. After all who does? Who truly deserves to be screaming and crying, forced to cling to their most basic instincts for survival just because they were the perfect target for something they could not recognize yet.

But animals don't have choices, they can bite and they can run, but the moment the knife is put away and the hand comes close, their fate is sealed.

Maybe that is what should be said when she was closing her eyes, smiling, thinking tomorrow would be another good day, and maybe the softness would come along too and say hi.

She couldn't have known.

Only when she woke up and realized, only when she felt the phantom pain.

She screamed, and then she knew.

There was no going back now, anyway.