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The Way That Jack Died

The doctor’s arm flexed, and his hand came crashing down on the lever, sealing Jack’s fate – literally.

I didn’t feel the tears; they came as I stood numbly. My hands hung limply at my sides. And still, Jack struggled and pounded at the plastic dropping down over him.

With a lock and a spurt of air, the vacuum inside his prison started forming. Oxygen molecules committed suicide then and there, and carbon dioxide rushed out. Jack slowly sank to his knees, legs no longer able to support him.

What the doctor was doing was evil, but it was as if I couldn’t move, couldn’t help Jack as he clutched at his throat.

The air hissed out like a snake as I stood there watching.

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