IN ORDER TO BE MEAT

Shamelessly borrowed from Dolcett- killing

    The notification came as was usual by messenger. Bobbie’s name had come up in the lottery. Once she had signed for the letter she had ten days to comply. Ten days to put her affairs in order and to say goodbye to whatever friends and family she had. Ten days to decide if she was going to have a party where she would be the main course for a barbeque, allow herself to be auctioned off to the highest bidder who would dispose of her any way he saw fit, or just show up at the processing center.  Now having any family nor close friends the first option was not really doable. The second was even worse. Once more there was no one she wished the proceeds to go to, besides the idea of allowing some stranger or worse some casual acquaintance to have her to use as he saw fit was just too much. No, it was better to show up at the center and let a strange professional do it. 
    The center looked a lot like a small hospital, clean and sterile. When Bobbie checked in there was even  a similar procedure to it all. A quick physical, blood tests, and X-rays. A questionnaire that asked a lot of personal questions [ Just how had she been when she had lost her virginity?] and a short interview with some guy in a white coat. Then things happened a lot faster. 
    Within minutes she was naked. A shower followed. A douche, then a second one that smelled odd. Three, count them three enemas were performed before she was herded to another shower. Then she was shaved. Every hair on her body was removed. Another short shower to rinse any hair off.  
    She noticed the sign on the door at the last second but it seemed unreal. Did it really say Killing Room? She had just time to look around. A small room with walls and a floor that seemed coated with some shiny stuff. It looked easy to clean with large drains and a wash down  system. Two large men wearing scrubs were waiting. Before she had a chance to react to the surroundings she was handcuffed. Gently but firmly she was forced to lay on the floor. A gambrel [ a spreader bar ] was strapped to her ankles. The hook of a hoist was snapped into the center lifting ring and she was lifted to hang head down. She saw only the flash of light on steel before she felt the touch of the knife on her throat. A sensation of disbelief as the red fountains spurted. Then a spreading darkness enfolded her. No longer a living breathing woman but only a hundred pounds of meat on its way to the butcher shop.