Krrrrr—!
With the eventual start of the meat grinder, the surroundings began to distort. The office flickered in and out of view, alternating with an entirely different scene. One that was still too unclear for me to fully make out.
But the changes weren't all visual.
The pungent smell of iron soon began to fill my nostrils.
It thickened along with the warmth of the surroundings, clinging to the back of my throat. The hum beneath my feet deepened into a constant, mechanical growl, vibrating through my bones.
When the office blinked away again, it didn't come back.
Steel hooks swayed from the ceiling, surrounding me from all directions.
The floor was slick, reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights in trembling streaks of red. Somewhere nearby, the subtle sound of something being dragged echoed. When I turned to look in that direction, I only managed to catch a glimpse of a fading shadow.
"...This looks like a slaughterhouse."
I got my confirmation shortly after.
