Caroline looked down into the faces of the dead girls who’d gone before her while they slid a metal hook into her asshole. She’d imagined moments ago that she’d be sharing the bucket with Monica’s head, which had given her some slim comfort. Instead she was staring down at the dumb looking faces of complete strangers.

It was a miserable way to die, alone, with her friend spirited away to live another day. She wished she could take solace in the fact that Monica had survived, but she really didn’t feel that way, staring at the collection of heads with horrified expressions on their faces. They all made it look like it really hurt to have your head cut off.

“Off you pop, sow” the cute attendant with the glasses said as she pulled the lever. The guillotine blade fell down the rails and Caroline felt it sever her vertebrae painfully. Then all feelings in her body disappeared, and she only felt a horrid burning sensation at her throat. The bucket full of heads flew at her face, and she bounced off the decapitated asian’s face.

Blood spurted from Caroline’s neck stump, and her dead carcass squirted a quick stream of piss by itself. Her eyes rolled around in her decapitated head, still trying to see what was happening to her body. She could see Monica still getting interviewed by the press. She never even turned to watch Caroline’s execution. What a bitch!

Caroline’s vision dimmed as the last of her blood drained from it. Another meatgirl’s squealing head was snipped from its owner's body, and landed next to Caroline’s head as she died.

The interview with the news channel finished quickly, but by the time Monica turned back to look at Caroline, her head was already in the bucket, and her eyes were glazing over. Her tight, fit, headless body was being raised to the rafters by the automatic hoist. She’d missed her friend’s snuffing. She’d been so ecstatic that she’d never even thought to look in Carloline’s direction once. She was a terrible friend.