Girl slaughter is supposed to be "humane". We take them out with a bolt gun as soon as they arrive.
But every once in a while I have one beg me: "Please… don't kill me…" And I oblige.
Usually they change their mind. Butchering a girl without killing her is a forgotten art, much like life cooking. And it hurts. But having her completely sliced apart, heart still beating, eyes still awake, is extremely satisfying. It's a shame we need to throw brains and organs into the grinder no matter awake or not. One day I'm gonna take one home.