The room looked just as the girls remembered it from their last visit, with the large prep table and the hooks hanging from the ceiling. The floor was wet as if freshly hosed down and the metallic scent of fresh blood hung in the air. After the two that had been going in what they arrived, the other pair of teen friends had been called through and the girls had watched with interest as their meat had been wheeled out on trolleys and either added to the display in the cabinet or wrapped and labelled with their pictures ready to be collected by those who had placed orders. It was even more of a thrill knowing that among those wrapped packages were two that they would be taking home with them to enjoy the next day! Emily had started to get a little impatient waiting for her turn, feeling as if her big day had taken forever to arrive and, now that it had, that it was dragging unacceptably! Still, finally the butcher had called her name and it was time for the moment she had been dreaming about for so very long!

“Are you sure about your head?” the butcher asked, once she had slipped off her hat and boots and passed them Samantha who donned the hat herself but passed the boots in turn to Josh for safe-keeping. Giggling, Emily had also pulled off the little ankle socks she wore inside the boots and given them to Amelia, declaring them an early bonus Christmas gift! He held her chin gently and moved her head from side to side appraisingly.

“Very sure!” she told him confidently but without sounding rude. “I want to be just like Sidney, every usable part of my meat eaten! You can put my hair in the charity bin?” she suggested with a sweet smile. The bin in question, Samantha knew, was where the hair of girls who had been fully butchered like Emily was about to be could be bagged up and donated to a charity that used to to make wigs for cancer sufferers, especially children, and others who had lost their hair due to medical conditions.

“I certainly will!” the butcher smiled, lifting her thick braid and letting it run across his palm before dropping it again. “Very well then,” he grinned, “the full works it is!” Emily turned and grinned at the watching girls, both of whom gave her an enthusiastic thumbs-up, and was pleased to see that Samantha’s parents both had their phones out and trained in her direction – one, she guessed accurately, filming and the other taking pictures. The only down-side that she could think of to being butchered rather than whole-roasted, either in the oven or especially on a spit, was the lack of spectacle involved. Certainly her meat would be enjoyed by lots of people, which was always the primary goal of course, but she could not help feeling just a tiny bit envious of those girls who got to provide both dinner and a show! Having this small but enthusiastic audience excited to watch her harvest went a long way towards making up for that!

“I’ll do the slaughter in the middle of the room.” the butcher explained to the spectators, leading Emily forward with a hand between her shoulders and setting down a metal stool which he patted, inviting her to sit on with her back to the family and their cameras.

“That’s so she’ll be facing us when she’s hanging!” Samantha explained confidentially to the others in case they could not work it out for themselves. Josh and Laura both nodded thoughtfully at this revelation, allowing their daughter to have her moment as the expert, and Amelia grinned, rocking on her ankles with excitement, then took Samantha’s hand and squeezed it tightly. Yes, she had watched the teenager spitted at the fair and enjoyed some roasted girl-meat but seeing a girl her own age slaughtered and gutted like a barnyard pig then chopped up into virtually unrecognisable pieces for the sole purpose of allowing others to enjoy her meat as part of their Christmas dinner was on another level entirely!

The excited girls watched with awed fascination as Emily lifted her left leg, presenting the foot to the butcher who took a firm grip upon it and forced one of the razor-sharp hooks that hung on chains from the ceiling through the back of her heel. Although they could not see her face, they all heard the sharp intake of breath and the way her shoulders raised, fingers tightly gripping the sides of the stall, which made it clear that she was wincing. Still, this did not seem to deter her in any way from offering her right foot for the same treatment. The butcher then had her hold her arms together above her head and used a simple plastic cable tie to secure her wrists.

He then pulled a lever which caused the chains to be drawn upwards by a mechanical motor, lifting Emily’s legs while she giggled then causing her meaty rump to rise up off the stool. Carefully holding the back of her head so she she would not hit it on the tiled floor, the butcher stood beside her and pulled the stool out of the way, slowly guiding her head down until she was hanging freely by her ankles. At first her hands brushed the ground but the chains continued to pull her upwards until her fingers were a good foot and a half above the tiles.

“Can I…” Emily asked a little shyly as she hung upside down, naked and totally exposed, completely unable to cover herself even if she wanted to, her face pink and glowing thanks to all the blood that had rushed to her head, ready to be drained through her neck in a few seconds time. The butcher leaned in closer to hear her almost whispered request and encouraged her to ask. “Could I kiss the knife you’re going to cut my throat with?” she asked, trying to smile sweetly.

“Of course, honey!” the butcher smiled. “You’re not the first to ask that! It’s a very intimate relationship you two will be having after all,” he chuckled, “so it makes sense that you want to get to know him! Here he is!” He picked up a large, gleaming butcher knife. “I call him Norman!” The joke behind this name went over all the children’s heads but Laura and Josh chuckled. Seeing the questioning looks Amelia and Samantha both shot him, Josh promised to explain later and advised them to keep their focus on Emily.

“Hi Norman!” Emily giggled, stretching her head forward slightly to be able to kiss the side of the shiny blade that the butcher presented to her. “I hope you’re nice and sharp!”

“I promise you he is!” grinned the butcher. “Are you ready?”

“Uh-huh!” Emily nodded enthusiastically, causing her whole body to rock and sway. The butcher took her ponytail in one hand and used it to pull her head back so that her delicate young neck was exposed. Samantha felt Amelia squeeze her hand a little tighter and noticed that Emily had chosen not to close her eyes as the butcher put Norman the knife to her throat and cut deeply. They gasped as her crimson blood sprayed out like a fountain but not in shock or alarm, more in wonder of how pretty it looked. The butcher continued to cut, pulling her head back further and further to keep the gash in her neck wide open as the initial high-pressure spray subsided to a gentle flow and then a trickle. It was hard to say exactly when Emily died as he body thrashed involuntarily then continued to twitch as the butcher cut all the way to her spine which he then cut around and set the knife down before taking her head in both hand and giving it a sharp twist.

There was a loud crack then a wet, squelching sound as her spinal chord broke and Emily’s pretty young head came away in the butcher’s hands. He set the head on the corner of the preparation table, the happy smile of total contentment with which she had died still on her lips and her wide-open eyes rolled so far back they appeared almost totally white. With the blood from the neck stump now only an occasional thick drip, the butcher picked up Norman again and used it to slice open her taught belly. As the steaming flopped out onto the floor, Laura thought what a contract it was from the careful, slow, “non-invasive” gutting she had witnessed and practised in the other room. Of course there could be no denying that this method was quicker and more effective but it definitely would not result in a sweet, unspoiled torso for the centrepiece of a festive table. Quickly and efficiently, the butcher cut the innards free then put Norman down and picked up a much smaller knife with which he carefully removed Emily’s plump vulva, the most in-demand cut of any butchered girl.

With that part safely removed and now that Emily’s body had stopped twitching, he used a pair of long, chunky scissors to cut away the cable tie, letting it fall onto the bloody floor, leaving her arms dangling like a rag doll. Next, he picked up a large, heavy cleaver and with four heavy blows split Emily’s body in two. As the two sides of meat swayed gently, he gathered up the viscera into a container like the ones that had been used for the turkeys, ready to be sorted, and set it aside then used a powerful hose to clean the floor, dislodging the rapidly-congealing blood from the tiles and forcing it down the drain. Once this was done, he adjusted the hose to a slightly less powerful setting and used it to clean out the inside of the halved carcass.

Whistling a Christmas tune to himself, he took down one half of the carcass and laid it on the prep table then used the cleaver again to remove the hand and foot. Suddenly, Samantha felt Amelia let go of her hand and turned to see her friend tugging on the front of her dad’s shirt.

“Can you give Sam the phone?” she asked urgently. The desperation on her face was so clear that he did so without question and, worried for her friend, Samantha took it and continued to film as the butcher cut the half-carcass into pieces ready for properly parting out.

“Are you okay?” Samantha asked quietly over her shoulder. “If you’re upset or feeling sick we can…”

“No!” Amelia assured her quickly. “It’s not that! I just really need… I mean, watching that is just so… Can we go find the bathroom?”

“Go on!” Laura chuckled in a whisper, shaking her head in amusement. “You’d better go sort her out. You know how these girls get when they’re decide they need...that!” Needing no further encouragement, Amelia grabbed Josh’s hand and started to tug him towards the door back through to the shop.

“Everything okay?” the butcher looked up, his expression slightly concerned.

“Oh yes!” Laura chuckled while Samantha giggled, knowing now exactly what it was her friend needed. While the feeling was understandable, she was enjoying watching Emily’s harvest too much to want to miss any of it, no matter how horny she might be feeling! “Please,” Laura smiled, “carry on!”


To be continued...