The elephants trumpeted like a sickly orchestra as their blood was syphened. Skin once healthy and full, now sunken and depressed. Arranged in their circle, veins dripping, sunken eyes with fear. Again they bellow, ear shattering at first, less and less as they deplete. As the machine pulsated, every fifth pulse resulted in a painful extract. As the draining reached its end the elephants are slump...