They made Retta watch as they conveyed her mother over to the ovens. One of the workers took over from the new girl. He said something about her not having safety training on the ovens yet. He pulled out a perfectly roasted girl from the ovens to make room for Wendy. She looked as if she had been about college age when she had died. The true horror for Retta was how good she smelled coming out of the oven. It was the sumptuous smell of roasted longpork. It had her reflexively salivating. It had been one of her favorite meals when she was young, and before she discovered what kind of animal the meat belonged to.

The look of sad betrayal on Wendy’s face as they rolled her into the oven, simply broke Retta’s heart. It was her fault that her mother was going to burn alive in that box. Why couldn’t she just have accepted her place as meat and let them snuff her peacefully like Katie? Why did she have to be such a screw up?
Her engorged mother screamed as her skin met the scalding air of the oven, and then was silenced as the soundproof door slammed shut, entombing her in the blistering heat.

Sonia made Retta watch the entire roasting process. The bondage made sure she couldn’t turn her head away, and the new girl wouldn’t even let her shut her eyes when Retta tried to slam them shut.
“Watch her die Pig…” she said as she opened them again with her fingers. “you did this to her. You deserve to watch the entire process”
At first Wendy danced energetically, but soon the energy fled her body, and every breath became labored. Her skin shrank and browned, becoming shiny. Juices dripped from her MILF body. She convulsed for a bit then went still. Retta could tell the exact second her mother’s soul left her body, and she became just another hunk of meat. The oven door opened wide, and Retta could smell the aroma of her roasted mother. It was mouthwatering. Retta wanted to die.