Finalized English Proj

The person is trapped and their hand is decaying without circulation. The insect population is attracted to the decaying flesh. The person breaks their thumb with a knife to see how quickly the decay is spreading. The smell is faint but unpleasant. They realize that whatever they touched with their hand is now poisoning their body. They desperately want to get rid of the decaying hand. I take my knife and begin clearing particles from my trapped hand, using the dull blade like a brush. Sweeping the grip of my thumb, I accidentally bruise myself and rip away a thin piece of decayed flesh. It peels back like a skin of boiled milk. Before I catch what's going on, I already knew my hand had to be decomposing without circulation. It has been dying since I became trapped. Whenever I considered amputation, it had always been under the premise that the hand was dead and it had to be amputated once I was free. But I hadn't known how fast the future fraction had advanced since Saturday's afternoon. Now I understand. Now I understand the increase in the interest of the indigenous insect population. They could already smell their next meal. They were breeding ground. There was a lot of meat in the meat. Out of curiosity, I broke my thumb with the knife blade twice. On the second folding, the blade punctured the epidermis, as if it's dipping into a stick of ruined temperature butter. And the reasons I tell fail listening. Escaping gases aren't good. The rot had advanced more quickly than I had yet. Though, the smell is faint to my disincentivized nose. It's objectively unpleasant. The stench of a far-off carcass. On the heels of the other, a realization hits me. Whatever I've touched in my hand will shortly pass into my forearm, if it hasn't already. I don't know, and furthermore don't care if it's gangrene or some other indigenous attack. But I know it's poisoning my body. A lash had been furried, trying to act my forearm straight out from the sandstone handcuff. Never wanting more than I do now seems to rid myself of any connection to this decomposing appendage. I don't want it. It's not part of me. It's garbage. Throw it away and be rid of it.