The area was a flurry of activity, with hot ovens containing roasting meatgirls, and big clear stockpots on the boil, waiting for meat to be placed inside.
“This is where the magic happens.” He stated proudly. Sonia was having a few nervous regrets about this. She really shouldn’t have separated from the class without telling anyone where she was going, with a man she’d only just met, whose job it was to cook girls like her. The VIP sticker on her left breast felt like a very superficial defense. It would be all too easy for him to strip her and tear it off. It would be like one of the old Dolcett bodice rippers that she’d found in the school library. Of course, she knew that he was a professional, and there were rules against that kind of thing… he could lose his job for doing something like that. Still, she was all hot and bothered from the morning’s execution, and losing her virginity was pretty front of her mind. Still, she was beginning to think it was entirely possible those 10 students snuffed from last year might not have been an accident after all.

The chef pulled a corpse from the rack. And placed it on the counter next to Jessica’s head. Sonia recognised the body only by its proportions and pattern of rich marbling. It was Maria. The chef slammed a cleaver down onto the meatgirl’s neck and threw the two heads into a nearby pot of boiling water. Sonia hiked up her skirt and bent over to get a better look at the heads as they sank in the pot. The roiling water cooked their flesh until it started to fall off the bone. It stuck her whimsically that her own head might one day boil in that very pot. She was made of meat and bone and brain too. She thought about being a skull on John’s wall, and suddenly she was wet again.

“Hey, if it's not too much trouble… Could I keep Jessica’s skull as a trophy? She was my best friend, and first victim. I’d really like a memento to remember today by.”
“Sure thing kiddo” he replied. “You earned it for a kill like that one. You’re better than half the university trained guys who work here. Hell, they’re already trying to convince the boss to hire you on the spot.”

Sonia felt elated, letting his words go to her head. It was the best thing that could possibly happen to ner. A job at the premiere Butchery in the area was a plum job, and it would exempt her from the lottery automatically. She’d jump at a chance to work here.

“Wow.. are you sure mister? I’d love that”
He chuckled as he lowered Maria’s decapitated body into a pot of boiling water.
“Well, between you and me, I think you’ll get the papers before you walk out the door.” He chuckled.


A question about what he was doing formed on Sonia’s lips. Her curiosity overrode her underlying fear.
Why are you boiling Mrs Miller? She’s got to be at least B+ grade meat. Shouldn't you be cutting her up for parts?
“You’ve got good eyes… Maria here would make for a lot of marbled steaks or pot roasts… but her body is just perfect for making gravy stock with. Once a week, I select a lucky piece of girlmeat to boil down into girlmeat stock. We use it in a lot of our cooking to enhance the flavours.”
“I see… so that old slut… I mean Maria is gonna be boiled till she’s just a meaty goo?” Sonia corrected herself.
“Yeah” the chef said, as he watched Marias cooked corpse break down and fall off the bone. Most meatgirls only get to be eaten by a few people. The taste of Maria here is going to reach almost everyone who dines here for the next week. A prime A+ grade meatgirl just doesn’t have the fat content required to make a good gravy, but a B+ fatty like this one has just the right balance. Only the best of the B grade sows can be used in my stocks. To be used in my cooking is the highest honour a B grader can receive.”
Sonia listened carefully to the advice the chef gave her. These little tidbits of info would certainly be useful for when she worked here. She watched as Maria’s meat diffused into the liquid until she couldn’t tell what was what in the cloudy brown bone filled broth.
“Now we add a little flour and potato starch, mix in a little rosemary… hehe.. rosemaria… and some gelatin for texture, and voila… gravy fit for a king…”

He reached into a nearby oven and produced a perfectly roasted girl from inside, plonking her meat onto a nearby counter unceremoniously. It jiggled as it settled into place. He reached back to Maria’s pot and dipped a ladle in, bringing out a rich meaty sauce. Starting at her head, and going to her ass, before repeating the movement, he drizzled the Maria gravy in a healthy helping all over the roasted girlmeat.
Looking at the roasts hard crackling skin, and the unseeing, cauled eyes, and her thick parboiled tongue lolling on the stainless steel counter, Sonia couldn’t help but think, she didn’t want to die… but if she did have to go out in the end, that was how she wanted to be served.

The chef seemed to sense what she was thinking.
“Or of course… if you're interested in my cooking that much.., I have some volunteer forms on hand. You’re free to sign one right here, and then you can always strip off and join tonight’s dinner service. Your body is definitely an A-, and I still have a free spot in the oven, and some time to tenderize you left this afternoon.

Sonia froze for a moment, before refusing him
“Um, no… I think I’m fine… I think I’d prefer working alongside you than have you working on top of me.. it's an… appetizing offer, but I think I’ll take a raincheck on it.”
And god help her, that was how she really felt…but she felt like it took way too long deciding for her own safety, and really had to wonder if she really wanted to live. She really shouldn’t have to think about that kind of thing.

“That’s ok… just remember that the offer is always open. Everyone has to die sometime, but with me, at least you know your body will be cooked however you want it done. Not many girls get to pick how they get to go these days.”

Sonia thought it was a sweet sentiment… but was feeling like if she stayed any longer in the kitchen, he was going to successfully sweet talk her into an oven.
Grown men were in a league of their own. Their silver tongues might be the most dangerous thing here. Maybe she should stick with boys her own age for now.

“I have to get back out there with the rest of the class now.” She backed away to the door.
“Got somewhere else you need to be mon cheri?” The chef flirted
“Actually, i got a boy i have a crush on that i need to confess to,”
The chef smiled, and Sonia could tell he was reminiscing about his own past
“Ah, young love.” He smiled “ nothing like a meatfactory tour to bring out those romantic feelings. When you know the fleetingness of life, the sweet things gain new meaning… go, tell your boy how you feel…. And don’t forget to pick up your skull trophy at the reception on the way out… I’ll have them delivered to the trophy pickup by the time you leave.” He shouted as Sonia fled the kitchen, feeling like somehow she’d just barely dodged a bullet.

She rejoined the class, and spent the next few hours ambling around the facility, checking out all the execution devices, and seeing how they were used in practice. John seemed to tag along with her wherever she went like a lost puppy. She guessed he must’ve missed her when she disappeared earlier. With Jessica gone, she was probably his best female friend.

When it came time to leave, she approached the trophy desk, and was surprised when John followed her over.
“Why are you here?” she asked.
“I tried to get Jessica’s skull as a trophy to remember her by… she was my first crush… but they said somebody else ordered it first, so I had to settle for her mothers instead.”
Sonia felt a bit bad. That was why the chef was cutting off Jessica’s head in the first place wasn’t it?… it was because John had asked them for it. Usually they threw them away.
“I'm sorry, I didn't realize you wanted it.” She apologized to him. “She was my first kill, and my friend… I just wanted to start a trophy room with it.”
“I understand,” he said, moping, before being a little more upbeat. “But the way she got snuffed was really awesome. I love how you got her throat to spray so cleanly, you didn’t get a drop of blood on you… and the way her guts just plopped out in one mass, rather than needing to be pulled out. I didn’t know you were so good at that stuff Sonia… you looked like a pro on the Kill Floor. She was your friend and you didn’t even hesitate. Do you reckon you could help me practice for my practical live snuff test at the end of term.. they’re using live girls this year, and I could really use a hand with understanding how to get through the spine easily.”

Sonia smiled at him, and was about to make her move, when the desk clerk came around with their skull trophies in some clear plastic boxes, clearly labeled with the victims names on them. John picked up Maria’s head, and Sonia retrieved Jessica and pushed the box up against her side.

The two of them walked silently side by side. It was clear that they both wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring themselves to express it. They passed the Taxidermy Wet Tanning area, and passed the drying racks where the brined, tanned and treated dolls were slowly de-moisturized and oiled.

Maria’s and Jessica’s effigies stood there, posed into lewd positions.
“Wow. Said John. “She’s so pretty… she never looked like that when she was alive”
“Yeah, looks like they posed her in a blowjob position. I can’t imagine Jess ever giving a BJ to anyone… she was too stuck up” Sonia replied
“Yeah, she was, wasn’t she… guess that’s why she died a virgin.”
“You know…” began Sonia, blushing “I'd be happy to give blowjobs to a boy if….”
What on earth was she saying? God, she was putting her foot in her mouth so badly. How difficult was it just to say “I love you, please go out with me?” She needed to fix the conversation fast.
But how she wanted to finish that embarrassing sentence was cut off by Mrs Wilkinson coming over and grasping her by the shoulder…
Sonia froze in panic. She immediately knew she’d fucked up really badly.. but she didn’t know quite what she’d dome wrong. This was bad. Very bad.
Ms Hall… come with me immediately. We have a very important discussion to have about you with the head of this facility.