A Descent into the Unthinkable We woke on the monday morning, Angela woke first and lay there realising that this was her last day of life. We had got into financial problems and after discussing with her family they agreed the best way was to take her to be butchered, and the family would buy her meat, leaving enough money to cover the bills and eat well for a few months as well. There was an option at the processing plant to have Angela put on display after she had been butchered and gutted, Five hours and a slow garrotting gave another 2000 in the final payment and so we agreed. We met the family at the processing plant, Angelas mum and dad and brother and myself. They would all be there to watch and take part if needed, there were a few jobs that her mum had already stated she wanted to do... So we got in the queue and soon we were standing at the desk, Angelas paperwork was signed and she was declared meat. I stated that she was trimmed but not shaven and I wanted to have her pubic area skinned as a trophy(ones of mums jobs) and that was noted, then Angela was ordered to strip and place her clothes in the box provided. At 40 years old she was in very good shape and as she removed her top she started to cry and ask us to find an alternative to this. She was ordered again to strip and her brother always short on patience unsnapped her bra letting it fall off her shoulders exposing her large shapely breasts. Crying harder she dropped her bra into the box and then took off her jeans and knickers standing naked in front of us. Room number one please, the butcher is waiting the assistant said. Through the door and first on the This link (left.We) is not approved. Submit this link for approval led Angela through and once inside the room she saw the huge wooden block and her legs gave way. …but everything was about to change
