The more she thought about it, the more worked up she became, silently lashing out in her mind, running through all kinds of fantasies about escape and cathartic vengeance. she didn’t even notice as the new girl stomped up behind her to tell her that her shower time allotment was up.
“Hey, are you listening to me Sow? i said your time was up!” Sonia barked at Retta, grabbing her by the tit. Surprised, and worked up, Retta wheeled around and sank her elbow into the bridge of the braided pigtail girl’s face. It caught her flat footed, and blood streamed from her nose. For the briefest of moments, Retta thought about continuing her assault, of brute forcing her way out of the facility, and bringing down the whole rotten system with a ragtag group of rebels, rising up from the proletariat to finally give justice for all womankind. Her daydream was rudely interrupted when the girl spun around like a martial artist and yanked Retta’s hand behind her in a brutal joint locking hold.

Retta grimaced in pain as she was swiftly subdued and forced into a face mask. The girl seemed to know everything she was going to do in advance. She was swiftly restrained, and placed into a cruel sexual bondage a pipe was shoved into her butthole, and screwed into a ceiling mounted rail pole system. Retta’s rebellion was over before it even really began.
“That was a mistake” Sonia intoned with barely contained aggression.

The girl slid Retta out onto the kill floor in the contraption and walked calmly over to the rest of her family in their execution line.
“Those ones, Greg.” the girl said to the floor butcher, who was setting up To work on Katie with a captured bolt gun. It wasn’t specific enough, and her supervisor looked a little confused.
“Be with you in a sec girl… just let me pop this little piglet first.” He replied, dismissing her at first.
Katie sat in seiza position, nervously awaiting her execution like a good girl.
“B-but.. I’m too young to die aren’t I?” She asked with the naivety of a child.
The butcher lined up the bolt carrier with the center of her 12 year old forehead.
“Piglet, I snuff twenty girls your age every day, trust me, you’ll die just fine.”
He pulled the trigger, and there was a small click, and a splash of crimson, as the metal rod inside was propelled through her skull and into her brain stem, pulping it.