There's a lot of pain and a lot of hurt. She is being dissipated into the gulf of terror. It is consuming her from the inside. She tries to scream but she can't be heard. She tries to move but she is pinned down. She tries to breathe but a hand is suffocating her.
She looks at this hand. Red like her perpetrator's bloodshot eyes. Her brain is numb and her throat dry. All she can do is wriggle in that pinned down position.
She wants to reach out, and she does, but nobody is helping her. She looks around. Some are in worse pain than her.
She then looks down. Her hand is on someone else's chest. A man, she's ripping his heart off his chest. She doesn't understand and yet she doesn't care. It is obvious he is in much pain. At a lower position in this human hierarchy, he's not going to be able to survive that much pain and hurt.
She looks up again, the pain and hurt gets less and she longs to climb her way up. She tries to move again, she tries to push the hand on her chest away. She claws this hand but it didn't budge, not even a little.
She starts to struggle frantically and her screams were silent. Her tears were tears of blood. All that pain, misery and hurt.
At the verge of giving up, she sees a man. He is free, free from the hierarchy, he is happy. But he's naked. She doesn't understand, but she starts to remove her clothes and the chains around her arms, feet and torso.
She leaves the man below her hanging and the man above her desperately tries to cling on to her. But as she removes her clothes, she's removing all the pain inflicted upon her and the guilt from inflicting it upon others. The red man then reaches for another woman and does the same as what he did to her.
She is naked, but she is free. And she can breathe. She can laugh. She feels the laughter roll out of her lips like a mother greeting her firstborn. Her tears are crystal; a sign of compassion. She feels the warmth in her cheeks return. She looks at this chain of people and the misery they are putting each other through. She feels for them, she wants to save them all.
She tries yelling at them, but they just won't listen. They are engulfed in their own pain and misery.
"They won't listen," She gasps as she was caught by surprise. She turns around to see that it was the naked man earlier. "They like the pain and hurt, or one would think that they would at least look at us and see how free we are," she gives him a confused look. "None of them have the willpower to breakthrough this chain of misery and despair. Their quest for materialistic means have completely eaten them inside out. We can't save them, only they can save themselves."
She looks back at this chain and sees people hurting each other. None of them are helping anyone, they're all trying not to get to the bottom of the hierarchy and she can't help but feel sorry for them all.