Bound and on a leash, you walk past a line of gutted women with abattoir director. Like the freshly butchered carcasses you're naked, with inspection stamps on your thigh and a tag on your ear. The director notices you glancing at the bodies.

"We're a premium slaughterhouse. We skip the skinning and dismembering for a more attractive shop display. It's quite unusual for a free woman like yourself to volunteer, so we expect to fetch a high price at the auction."

You arrive at the end of the processing line and the staff there prepare to secure you to an overhead rail. The bleeding station is just ahead, awash with blood spurting out of the women. A staff member pulls your head back and presses a bolt pistol to your forehead...

Carcass 4685 sold for a record sum.