Snap went the blade on yet another meatgirl in line at the guillotine. Monica held back the urge to vomit as blood spurted from her neck stump

“Holy fuck, she’s dead” cried Monica incredulously. “She looks like one of the roasts I buy for Sundays at the supermarket

“She is one of the Sunday roasts you buy. You’re going to be one too, you know” corrected Caroline, while she looked at a nearby group of meatgirls who were frying on electric chairs. They smelled delicious.
“At least it's a quick way to die.”

The female butcher who had drawn the lottery reset the blade, and pushed the asian girl from the front of their chained group into it.
“Please, just wait… I’m sure I was the one pardoned.. please check again…” her cries for clemency were cut off at the same time as her head. Her petite tits jiggled as her body was hauled into the air.

“Head in the stocks” the former soldier with the fiery orange hair was ordered. The girl silently steeĺd herself for her fate, maintaining her military discipline till the end, despite the tears rolling from her eyes.

Snap! Her head rolled into the metal bucket, her lips wide, trying to suck air without lungs. She landed next to the asian girl’s crosseyed head.

Monica looked down at them, and realised her own head was next in line to join them.

“Oh, My god, no” she cried.

“Step up, Pig, it’s your turn” ordered the butcher.