“It’s… A… Sec… ret!” the girl in blue overalls teased cruelly, bringing a finger up to her lips in a mock shh’ing motion..

The disappointment in the anticlimax was palpable. Some girl somewhere in the plant was getting an out… but nobody knew who it was. She’d already been drawn and selected but remained oblivious to her good fortune.

“Caroline, promise me that if it was you that won the draw, that you’ll look after my family for me.” she begged “Kevin’s a terrible cook, and he’ll ruin tonight’s Thanksgiving meal for sure… I know he’s in the market to start dating again, I’m sure he’d take you as a wife if you let him know it was my last wish. We have a great big place… You’d love it there.”

“I promise Monica. If it’s you… just… look in on my sister Lizzie at the farm from time to time. Make sure they’re treating her well. I know she’d love to see a familiar face from time to time.”

“I’ll do that for you Caroline… if I make it out.” Monica agreed.

“OK SOWS! ENOUGH GOSSIPING! We’ve got a schedule to keep. Stop dragging your legs and get inside the bathroom”
The chain of whispering girls all obeyed the butcher. He led them through into the clean tiled bathroom. Girls were already inside, taking showers and emptying their bowels.

Monica blushed. She wasn’t used to this kind of lack of privacy. She could see a line of girls coiling out poos into their stalls.

“Oh my.. is that?... Do we have to?... can I just hold it in until after they chop my head off?” She muddled out, not really wanting to be seen like that herself.

Caroline thought her friend was being a bit of a prude.
“Get over it, Monica. You don’t want to be one of those women from America’s funniest snuff videos do you? You try to hold it in, and you’ll end up being one of those fat dumb sluts that crap themselves when they get beheaded.”

Kevin liked that show. He watched it every week. She didn’t want to be one of those fat pigs who died in embarrassing ways. She couldn’t bear it if that was how he remembered her.

Caroline squatted in her stall and forced herself to defecate. It hurt to do, but it was better than the alternative.
“Uungnh” she grunted as she squeezed out a shit through her raw anal sphincter.

Monica was chained up in the stall beside her.
“You think we’ll live long enough to see who gets pardoned?” Monica posed the question to Caroline as she squatted her ass over the hole in the floor.

“Only one way to find out isn’t there. Unnngh” returned Caroline’s voice from the other side of the divider.

“I guess..” said Monica as she farted wetly as she began to poop into the shallow basin. “.. Do you wonder what dying is like? Like is it going to hurt, or is there an afterlife?”

“Of course it’s gonna hurt. You think a blade through your neck is gonna feel good? It’s gonna be pain, then darkness, then nothingness for all eternity” replied Caroline, sounding almost irritated by the concept.

Monica continued evacuating her bowels, acutely aware of every fart, and wet plop sound she made.

“I really hope I get that pardon.. I don't think I want to get my head chopped off.” she admitted, dropping her last turd into the water at the bottom.

“Me neither” Caroline said, enjoying the soothing feel of the automatic spray of warm water in her butt crack.

“OK pigs, time to shower off, and get you all popped” came the call of the butcher.

It was time to die.