Ricky dished out some thick steaks to his eldest, Joy. She looked down with a slightly sickened expression. She’d been to so many of these festivals in the past. Spit-Roasted crispy roasted Bitch meat was one of her favourite foods of all time. But something just felt different when it was her own momma., the woman who’d raised her so lovingly… she just kind of felt a little ill looking at the steaming thick hunks of girl-meat.

It didn’t take long for her to get over it though. After the first tasty bite of fatty, meaty goodness, she began to forget her apprehension. Her father was a fantastic cook.

There were so many ugly, and uncertain ways to die a gorey, miserable death in the World of Bones. Joy felt that her mother’s death had been a kind one in comparison. If she could choose her own fate, maybe this was the way she’d want to go out.

A quick knife to the throat while being fucked by a handsome man, being able to have one last goodbye kiss with your loved ones. Not having to worry about accidentally dishonouring her ancestors with a death piss or crap. Being cooked for the benefit of the whole village, and that knife drawn up and sexily disembowling her.

One day Joy wanted to honoured just like her mother had been. After all… she wanted to be just as tasty for her own daughters one day.