Sonia stood by the two skinned corpses for a photo opportunity for Mrs Wilkinson, who snapped a few shots for the school newspaper. Then she returned to the VIP side of the barrier, as the butchers came back into the room to start the taxidermy process with the pre-brined girl hides they’d returned with.

It was interesting watching them work. Sonia didn’t really have much experience with the techniques they used. The educational system was very geared around how the lottery worked, or how to cook for your man.. but none of the things she’d learned would have helped her to understand the tips necessary to make such expertly crafted dolls and to stretch out delicate human skin over the frames, or how to redye the blood drained skin back to its natural rosy colours. She wanted to ask a million questions about how the wigs were made with a meatgirl’s own hair, or how they made the plastic molds poseable, or how the secret to how jellied eyeballs were preserved for use in place of glass eyeballs.

Mrs Wilkinson cut off her avenues for questioning though, when she declared that the class needed to move on, because the barbeque was ready in the cafeteria.
Sonia reluctantly moved on, taking one last look over her shoulder, at how Maria and Jessica’s taxidermy trophies were shaping up. It was a shame that Jess’ brother would be collecting the taxidermy statues for his own edification . Sonia really wished that she could take a trophy of her own, as a memento of the occasion. Instead she followed the rest of the class to the cafeteria.

Jessica’s dead meat hung from a line beside the barbeque. The class lined up with plastic plates to receive their complimentary slice of their classmate. Sonia opted for some nice filets of tenderloin, which the handsome chef carved off for her and put on the grill to sizzle. John, in the line behind her was rewarded with Jessica’s filet, a cut only reserved for the boys. Her pussy hit the oiled black metal plate, and began to cook. She wondered idly how her own pink little kitty would look there, frying on the barbeque when her own time came. Then it wandered to the logical conclusion that John would then eat her pussy, and her face blushed bright red, and she banished the thought from her mind. How she could be thinking of sex at a time like this, was beyond her.

She sat down opposite Claire at the table, and was hoping for a bit of girl on girl conversation about how she felt about the day’s events.. but one of the boys, who were usually in their own cliques, sat down beside her, eager for a chat. John, himself came and sat down next to Sonia, looking to unburden himself of his own complex feelings about watching his childhood crush get slaughtered. In fact, Sonia noticed that the usually tight groups of boys and girls were beginning to mingle quite a bit more freely among each other. She guessed that she wasn’t the only one thinking about seizing the day after being confronted directly with the admittedly erotic death of someone they all knew well. She looked at John and realised that as much as she wanted to pull him aside and jump his bones… now wasn’t quite the time to do that… if she wanted the right romantic moment to strike, she’d have to wait till just before they were leaving the meatplant, where she could pull him aside to confess his feelings.

Sonia raised a mouthful of Jessica up to her lips with her ceramic chopsticks and took a bite through the cooked muscle and caramelized fats. She was a bit of an expert at home cooking.., but the food was delicious in ways she didn’t know it could be. She’d heard the word umami before… but hadn’t quite realized how much more she had to learn about the culinary arts. Hungrily, she scarfed down her meal, and politely excused herself from John to go grab some seconds.

Sadly, she hadn’t been the only one with the same idea of scoring more delicious meat, and Jessica had been mostly cannibalized to the bone by the time she got back. Sonia was a little disappointed, but approached the chef to see whether she could get, and scraps of meat pit on the grill. Or maybe she could score some bones as a trophy before he threw them away in the trash. He was kinda cute, she thought, her teenage hormones still throwing her off balance.

The chef was cutting off Jessica's head when she approached, twirling her hair through her fingertips. Her neck snapped off, and Jess’’ ribcage fell in a nearby trashcan. He held her best friend's decapitated head by the empty eye sockets, and turned to face her.

“Hey, you’re the perky young superstar everyone’s talking about aren’t you?” The chef greeted her, taking Sonia aback. She really wasn’t used to such a positive reaffirmation for her efforts. Usually in class if you exceeded academically, nobody would give you any credit for it.
“Say, you wouldn’t want a private tour of the kitchens would you?” He teased her.. clearly making a double entendre about having her cooked.
Feeling rather brave and cocky in the moment, she decided to take him up on it, throwing in her own jab.
“Sure, I’d love a private tour. If you have anything worth showing off to a cute girl.”
Sonia was almost taken aback by her brazen flirting… she never did anything like this.. it was so out of character for her.

“Well… umm… ok… i was just joking a little… but your class is going to view the incinerator machinery next.. and that's a little boring for most people… I guess it couldn't hurt to give you an actual tour of the kitchens… it's far too busy and small for your entire class… but if it's just you, I’m sure it’ll be ok.” The chef was also a little flustered by her response, but true to his word, he took her away from the class and into the kitchens.