They were chained up next to each other in line with a half dozen meatgirls, and paraded out towards the meatgirl bathrooms

Being herded like cattle it really began to sink in for the two friends, that it was all really happening to them. They passed a man tending to a cart full of human bones. The specks of blood that covered them were still wet, they were that fresh. In the distance, a row of girls on fancy looking bondage devices hooked to an industrial carousel were being carried to an automatic boltgun along the line.

Off to the side was an unusual sight, a female staff member rolling a lottery barrel, like the kind they had seen on television, being used in the weekly Meatgirl lottery draws. Inside it were thousands of white strips of paper, each one of them bearing a Meatgirl ID number.
The desk she was operating it on had a sign with the words Thanksgiving Turkey Pardon Draw emblazoned on it.

“Holy crap, is the exemption draw being held now?” the lead girl, an asian with long blue-black hair exclaimed hopefully.

“Some Meatgirl is getting lucky right now” exclaimed the girl with the messy, fiery hair that Monica had seen in an army uniform as they’d come in.
“What do you mean ‘exemption’?” asked the teenaged strawberry blonde with pigtails standing behind Caroline.

“It’s Thanksgiving today. You know how they do a presidential turkey pardon on TV for a meatgirl every year? Well - each Meat packing plant in the country has one as well. Some lucky slut here in the facility is getting an A grade permanent exemption certificate today. It could even be one of us.” Explained the raven haired woman with big titties who brought up the rear.

Monica let a little hope creep into her heart. Maybe, just maybe it could be her. She could go back to her family, live life like she always had. It was too much to dream of.

She looked back at Caroline.
“Do you really think it could be one of us? Could we really be freed?” she questioned excitedly

Caroline looked conflicted.
“I don’t know what that would be like. I’ve been broke because I had to take care of my sister for so long. Now that she’s at the farm. I don’t even know what that kind of life would be like. I could get myself back on track, get a new job, pay my bills and actually start living for once”

The athletic brunette let her mind wander over the infinite possibilities that a second chance would give her. She’d come into the facility feeling like it was an inevitable end for someone like her, whose life had gone off the rails. Now she was looking at it like it was the opportunity she needed all along.

The female employee reached into the barrel, and there was a moment of silence as their handler stopped to let them watch the proceedings. None of them dared utter a word, their eyes locked on the hand that was descending into the barrel to fish out a single slip of paper.

The silence was broken only by a loud crack, and a strangled, gurgling cry, as one of the sows in the back of the facility got her brains pulped by a auto-boltgun. She spasmed briefly, pissed herself, then died.

The young woman lifted it up close to her glasses so she could see the number printed on it.
“And the winner of this year’s annual Thanksgiving Turkey Pardon is…” She milked the moment for all it was worth, leaving a pregnant pause at the end.

Monica could feel the anticipation fill the room.