A tough night
You were there, next to it. You deshuminized it, for it was beneficial to you. Its yours, you thought, "therefore It can be utilized as one desired, without objection." You took care of it and it didn't complain, neither did you at any moment. It was 6 o'clock in the morning and you realized that you were too late thinking how would the poor of you get rid of something like it. It was running all over the place. As to whether it would be a good idea or not you decided to cut its hands, hence liquid had begun to flow from the very dark and obscure source you kept starring until the sun got in through the very windows to cover your eyes in bright until a reverberant sound came to the place, for you couldn't stand anymore.