Hi new author here.
Here's a quick story set in a somewhat futuristic world based on the Sydney verse.

Tags: preteen. No sex, cannibalism, amputee

In the warm glow of the family kitchen, the scent of herbs and spices already lingered in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of anticipation. Missy sat naked on the edge of the sturdy oak table, her slim tween body exposed, small budding breasts heaving with nervous breaths, her smooth skin prickling with goosebumps. Her legs dangled helplessly, pale thighs pressed together, toes curling against the cool tile floor. The saw and knives gleamed on a nearby counter, ready for the cut.

Mary knelt before her daughter, her hands gently stroking Missy's knees, thumbs tracing soothing circles over the soft flesh soon to be severed. "Shh, baby girl," Mary whispered, her voice a tender lullaby amid the horror. "It's okay. Your legs are going to be delicious, tender and juicy, roasted to perfection for our family dinner. And it's perfectly fine that you don't want to die. Mommy's so proud of you for giving what you can."

Missy's wide eyes brimmed with tears, her lip quivering as she glanced down at her doomed limbs. "But Mom, I feel like such a coward," she whimpered, voice cracking. "All the other girls my age volunteered to get fully snuffed, gutted and roasted whole or chopped up for stews. They gave everything. I only said I'd give my legs. What does that make me?"

The rest of the family gathered close, drawn by her soft sobs. Dad stepped forward first, his strong hand ruffling Missy's hair before cupping her chin to lift her gaze. "Missy, wanting to live is the bravest thing," he said firmly, his eyes warm with love. "That's great, better than great. You're choosing life, and now you get to live it to the fullest. No regrets, just adventures ahead."

Her older brother Jake nodded, grinning as he flexed his own prosthetic arm, the sleek black carbon-fiber limb whirring softly. "Legs are easy to replace these days, sis. Remember how mine cost a fortune five years ago? Prices have plummeted. Advanced prosthetics are dirt cheap now. You'll be running marathons by next month, better and faster than before."

Little sister Tina, barely out of diapers, toddled over with a stuffed bear in hand, climbing onto the table to hug Missy's waist. "Missy live! Legs yummy for us!" she chirped innocently, patting her sister's flat belly.

Mary pulled Missy into a tight embrace, their bare skin pressing together, mother's full breasts against daughter's slender chest. "See? We're all here for you. Your sacrifice feeds us, strengthens our bond. And those new legs? They'll let you dance, swim, fuck whoever you want when you're ready. Live big, my girl."

Missy sniffled, a shaky smile breaking through as the family surrounded her, hands touching her shoulders, back, even her thighs in reassuring squeezes. The saw's hum started up in the background, but for now, it was just love wrapping around her naked form, turning terror into twisted triumph.