the woman with no limbs

I've seen some messed up sh!t on film, but for some reason, this scene scarred me for life. It wasn't particularly gory, but as a woman and a person, I really couldn't think of enduring anything more tragic than
-having no limbs, let alone enduring the pain of having them removed
-not being able to taste, eat properly, or talk
-being deprived of having the ability to do anything physically (except piss and crap on myself...oh, and write things using my mouth, as I eternally cry)
-being constantly looked at with pity or disgust (I mean, you are literally a walking, wait...living buzz kill)
-watching my whole family get slaughtered
-being treated as a sex slave, and then finally being cast aside
-all while still being conscious and somewhat sane enough to relay a message that reeks of anger and agony. The only peace she most likely gets is from sleeping, and even then, she probably wakes up screaming from her misfortune, if she even sleeps deeply enough to dream. Is there no end to her suffering? Oh yeah, probably when she dies. That scene affected me so much, I couldn't really pay attention to the rest of the movie. I just kinda stayed in my own head the rest of the night. Never will I say the phrase "fml" without thinking of this woman again. I know it is fiction, but it was still very effective. Total massacre is right, you poor, poor woman.

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