What kind of sick fucks are these? After a while of this, the meat begins to feel like a heavy weight on me. Platter… We can barely afford this place as it is!”
“Uhh… I can always grow that back. I hear a lot of footsteps coming towards me. I just can’t take walking everywhere anymore!” She pauses for a moment. They’re going to cook me! Double my pay and you can do anything you want with me.”
“Sure, that’s fine.”
“Wow, you were willing to double it that easy? They want me to do the waitressing because I’ve got a nicer ass. What if someone pokes me with it? As I struggle, I hit my shoulder into the door, but they locked it from the outside with the cleaning lock, and slamming into it hurts a lot. We don’t want you getting hungry during the party, so you can have some now.”
“Thanks. I’m worried about that oven. They pull me out and slice me up. Here, take some of it.”
I take a few of the grocery bags from her and bring them over to the table.
