"Master, would you cut me again, today?"

After barely 3 months her demeanor had changed drastically.

I knew she was still conscious after I crushed her under the press. But with every bone broken she could now barely wriggle.

Now that she easily fit into the funnel, I fed her to the meat grinder.

Her sputtering gurgling noises changed ostensibly when the device ate her crushed pussy, then stopped after a final crescendo once it minced her head.

I came into the narrow glass bottle that had taken the minced mass, then closed the lid.

She'd have fun, regenerating inside.