Dan pulled the girls from their restraints and laid them down on the post holders. They moaned and groaned with great vigour, their tongues waggling over their chins as they tried to wiggle their way off the poles, their breasts jiggling from the effort. Having the last of the trio skewered brought a kind of finality to their minds. They knew for certain that this was a thing that was going to happen now, no matter how hard they struggled. their limbs hung limply to the floor in muted acceptance. Using a pre-made assembly of rope, Dan deftly bound their arms and legs to their spits and sat down to wait.

Some orderlies from the orphanage showed up and picked up Amanda and Yuki, taking them down the hall and out of sight. Muffy waited on her spit... there wasn't much else she could do really. She waited for what seemed like an age before the orderlies returned for her.
"Do you know why we made you wait Muffy? Dan poked her in the small of her back.
"Its so that when we bring you over to the fire, you can see you friends already on their way cooking to perfection,"
he circled around to come face to face with the frightened girl.
"I need you to know the pain and suffering you are about to endure. and most of all I want to see the look on your face when you first smell their wonderful aroma.

The orderlies lifted her up by the spit and marched her down the hall past the other orphans; all undergoing similar precooking treatments themselves. As they passed space 17, Veronica, in a set of stocks turns her head to witness as Muffy's prone body is paraded past her on its way to the roasting pits.

"Muffy, oh god, was that Muffy? Fuck, you're turning her into a suckling bitch aren't you. Oh god, nobody deserves that."