I wake up to a lot of pain.

I risk a glance and see my entrails across the floor, my legs missing and myself hanging from a hook into my proplapsed uterus.

"JIMMY!" I yell, after I force enough air into my lungs.

"You're awake, mum?" He had been busy jerking off.

"What did I tell you?" I ask him.

"Clean up when I'm done?"

"Then hurry, this isn't comfy."

After the other parts, he finally carries me to the big grinder and lets me slide in.

"Good boy!" I smile at him proudly while I'm being ground to pulp.