"Scrap Meat (cons, bin story)" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/FtLZaX5z Created on: Saturday 29th of February 2020 11:29:11 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:03:44 AM UTC Scrap Meat (cons, bin story) « on: September 13, 2015, 03:35:56 PM » ReplyQuote Sophie carefully folded her clothes and placed them in the small cubby-hole, before walking down to the enema station to clean herself out. Unlike most girls going into most restaurants to offer their meat, the long haired blond had a pretty good chance of needing her clothes after the night was over. Chez Cronos occupied a particular niche in the Dolcett restaurant business. It catered to those woman who wanted to go out somewhere nice without being reminded that they too were probably going to face a messy and painful end. Even though the restaurant offered girl meat, it was rarely ordered. Sophie had offered herself no less than eight times to the patrons and was still intact. With her E sized breasts, it would be unlikely that she would last an hour, much less a full night, offering herself anywhere else. The pay was terrible, except for the selection bonus of course, but Sophie knew of worse ways to make a few euros than standing around for a few hours while customers ogled her. Waiting in the pantry and standing on display had even become something of a social event for her. With expectations of another relatively peaceful night in the pantry, maybe a few hours on the floor, the buxom woman was surprised to find a queue of women waiting for the enema station. She got in place behind them and waved her friend, Veronica, over as she finished up her cleaning. A lean and leggy brunet, Veronica always seemed to be in the know. “Why so many girls tonight?” Sophie asked “Some company rented out the restaurant tonight, celebration of some sort, so they’re expecting to go through a lot more meat tonight.” Veronica spoke confidently. She knew her reputation as a source of information, and tried hard to live up to it, in both substance and appearance. “Oh, I bet the kitchen girls won’t be happy about that.” “The head chef thinks they can handle it, but they’ve got double staff working tonight anyway, and I hear they’ve even got a food truck lined up to take care of the overflow if they need it.” After cleaning herself out, Sophie over to the “pantry”. The small room usually had four or five women sitting around, but tonight it was filled to the brim with naked women. Standing room only. Sophie pressed herself into the group, trying to work her way through the crowd to see if any of her favorite girls were there tonight. She had hardly arrived before a waitress called her over to stand in the display. -------------------------------------------------------------- There were four displays arranged throughout the restaurant, each holding three girls waiting to be selected. Generally, the staff tried to keep a variety of meat on display at all times. Boobs, buts and legs was the general formula for the three women in a case. Sophie, as usual, was the busty one of this new trio. She took her place and began jiggling her tits appetizingly. She stood between Michelle, a pale redhead with modest C cup breasts but a wide meaty ass, and Lillian, a thin blond displaying her well-toned body. “Hey girls, I hear it's supposed to get busy soon. Think any of us make it out alive?” Her tone was light hearted, and the comment was a cliché conversation starter around here, but after seeing how the restaurant was preparing for tonight, Sophie was actually feeling pretty nervous about going on display right before the dinner rush. “Doesn’t look to busy” Michelle observed, wiggling her ass at a mostly empty restaurant. “What makes you think it’ll pick up?” “Veronica hears that there’s supposed to be some company party tonight. She says they’ve got the full kitchen staff working tonight, and a food truck on call.” She blew a kiss at a trio who were watching her as they ate. “That and they’ve got the pantry stuffed” “Well, if they’re hungry for girl meat, I hope they show up soon.” Lillian said as she raised her arms up to display her flat stomach. “I’ve been here since lunch, and I’m getting tiered of flexing my ass” “Why the double shift?” Sophie asked innocently. “Boyfriend kicked me out of the apartment to make room for his new girl” All three girls kept smiling at the crowd on the other side of the glass, but Lillian didn’t bother to hide the ire in her voice. “Bastard didn’t even have the courtesy to snuff me. So I’ve got no money, and no home. Only option right now is to leave here in a doggy bag” “Awww honey” Michelle cooed sympathetically “You should have said something, my roommate got caught speeding yesterday, and I’ve been looking for someone to take her room.” “Your ex sounds like a real dick.” Sophie added. “Yeah well, his loss, their gain.” Lillian squeezed her tits, thrusting her chest out to the patrons. “And I’ll take you up on that offer Michelle. If we’re both here at closing. If Veronica’s right I doubt that ass of yours is going to last very long.” Michelle giggled nervously. “Well if I don’t make it, it’s a light blue house on Elwood Street, number 7352. The door with a big shiny C on the upper right.” She spread her cheeks for the audience. “The door’s unlocked and the landlady’s a real sweetheart. I’m sure she’ll be fine with you moving in.” A small light went on in the case in front of Sophie, signaling the buxom woman had been ordered and was to report to the kitchen. “Rush or not, looks like you caught someone’s eye” Lillian observed. “Bye Sophie, it was really nice to know you.” Sophie gulped nervously. “Yeah you too” she replied unsteadily as she turned to leave. “Good luck you two.” She wasn’t really sure if she meant good luck getting picked, or avoiding it. Neither really, it just seemed like the thing to say. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Sophie’s heart fluttered behind her large chest as she walked toward the kitchen. This whole evening was suddenly moving way too fast for her. As she entered the kitchen, she was struck with a sudden realization. She wasn’t going to walk back out those doors. She wasn’t going to sleep in her bed tonight, or get dressed and go to work tomorrow, or drink another glass of water. This was it. This was the end of, her life. Mechanically she walked to the large butcher’s block that served as the restaurant’s sole butchering station. A petite pail woman with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail was waiting for her impatiently. She wore a clean white apron, a pair of stained tennis shoes, and nothing else. “Tits on the table.” She directed curtly. Sophie could hear her blood pounding in her ears as she lay her impressive bosom on the counter. She held her hands behind her head, holding her long hair back to give the butcher a clear path to her body. The small woman moved quickly. Collecting as much meat as she could by moving the sharp blade very close to her subject’s ribs. Before Sophie felt the pain, she watched her breasts. No, they weren’t hers anymore. She watched someone’s dinner fall down in front of her. She hissed with pain. “OK, into the bin.” The butcher motioned to a large metal bin, about one meter by two meters by one meter, right next to the block. “That’s it?” Sophie asked, shocked at the brevity of it. “That’s it” The chef confirmed as she hurried off with the breasts. Feeling a bit dejected, Sophie climbed into the metal container. She felt a bit off balance without her twins, but that really didn’t matter now. She had taken the last few steps she would ever take. Other than that? She felt fine. Sophie stared at the red blood slowly seeping from her chest. Was this wound even fatal? The large girl felt like so much of her was going to waste. Oh well. Not like she could do anything about it. ----------------------------------------------- She spent a few minutes wondering how she should sit in the bin. At first she lay flat on the bottom, staring at the ceiling. It made her feel like garbage. Like that was her place in the world. It felt right for a while. It also felt incredibly boring. She propped herself up, sitting with her back against the cold metal wall. She could almost see the top of the butcher's block and the petite butcher. At least she could see her when duty caused her to rush by. Sophie didn’t say anything, the small woman looked busy. After what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, judging by how the fluid on her chest had taken a sticky quality, another woman was brought in. She was older, but still very pretty, with large soft breasts and a brunette face that seemed made for smiling. The woman was directed to kneel on the butcher’s block and clamp her hands into a pair of shackles attached to the ends of a horizontal bar hanging over the bin. Sophie flashed an encouraging smile. “Hey, I’m Sophie” The older woman smiled back, splayed out above her. “Hi, I’-AIIEEEEE!!!!!” The woman’s response was cut off as the butcher drove a knife into her back, just under the rib cage. The woman shrieked in pain as the butcher cut around her belly. She soon got a hold of herself. Her face was contorted in agony as she bit back on the pain. Pink and grey insides fell into the bin with a wet splat as the butcher removed her flanks and abs. After taking the cut she needed, the butcher released the clamps, causing the woman to tumble into the bin. She smacked her face into the metal bottom between Sophie’s legs. “Oh my god! Are you alright?” Sophie asked instinctively, before realizing the stupidity of the question. The woman moaned as she turned herself. Blood was dripping from her face and her nose was clearly broken, but she chuckled a bit and smiled at Sophie. “Yeah” She replied, sounding out of breath. “Shock’s kicking in. I can’t feel a-“ She winced as she tried to shift into a more comfortable position. “I almost can’t feel a thing.” Sophie helped the woman onto her side, letting her head rest on her thigh. “Thanks. I’m Margret by the way.” “Hi Margret. So how’d you end up here?” “Lying in a pile of my own guts?” Margret chuckled. “Well my husband decided his secretary was better in bed than I was. So, here I am.” Sophie tsked sympathetically. “Some men just have no class.” “Oh, no, he’s not like that!” Margret hurriedly corrected. “My daughter is a much better roaster, I insisted they have her at the wedding. Roy really is a sweetheart. He let me pick this place because he knew I hated public torture. The three of them were supposed to be here later to order me whole.” She trailed off. “I guess someone beat them to me.” She added sadly. There was a moment of awkward silence before she asked. “So what about you?” The question was just a little too cheerful. “Oh, you know. Seemed like a good way to earn a few extra bucks.” She gestured to her chest “Doesn’t really seem worth it right now though.” “Who-“ Margret’s question was interrupted by a yell from the butcher’s station. Sophie looked up just in time to see a limbless woman flying at her. She tried to catch the olive skinned woman, but hissed in pain as the new girl crashed into her chest. ------------------------------------------ “FU-uck!” Yelled the new arrival as she instinctively tried to use her missing limbs to get into a stable position. “That girl’s strong for a little bitch!” Sophie tried to gently lay the newcomer down. “Just stick some fingers in my cunt and ass. That’s how the butcher did it.” The new girl instructed. “Hey Ashley” Margret said as Sophie positioned her. She situated Ashley to sit in her lap, one arm wrapped around what was left of her shoulders to balance her. “Hey you old cow, what are you doing here? I thought Roy was going to grab you as a whole roaster?” “Seems like there was a mix up. This is Sophie by the way.” “Hi” Ashley reached over and grabbed Sophie’s hand with her mouth and nodded “N’th tu met you” She spoke through Sophie’s hand as she ‘shook’ it. Both women giggled at the improvised greeting. “Sorry about the shit entrance, fucking hard to control where you’re going without arms.” “Eloquent as always Ashley.” “You know you love it.” Margret smiled “I will miss our nights together.” “Yeah, I bet you’ll miss how Roy always chose to shove it up my ass instead of yours.” “Speaking of Roy, did you happen to see him out there?” Margret tried to keep the same joking tone, but the worry was there in her voice. Ashley understood immediately. Her response was quieter, serious and gentile without her former vulgarity. “Yeah. He was with Joy and some redhead. One of Joy’s friend’s I think.” “That’d be Rachel, his fiancé’.” “Damn, I didn’t think he liked them young. Ya’ know.” Her saucy demeanor returned. “Marrying a used cum bucket like you.” Margret smiled falsely at the friendly jab, but it was clear her mind was elsewhere. “Did it look like they had ordered?” “No he…” She trailed off, apparently losing focus for a moment. “No, Roy was flagging down a waitress when I got picked.” “Huh…” Before the conversation could continue another scream came from the butcher’s station. ------------------------------------------------------------- Michelle was slid off the butcher’s block into the bin, causing her to tumble head first into the container. Margret screamed as the thick woman landed on her open belly. She tumbled to keep from smashing her face into the metal, instead smacking Sophie and Ashley in the face with her ankles. Once she came to something of a rest they could see she was bleeding profusely from the wound between her legs where her vagina used to be. Her large meaty ass was also missing, giving her little control over her legs. Margret whimpered in pain as Michelle tried awkwardly to position herself off of the broken woman. She grabbed a hand full of the redhead’s belly, squeezing tight. “Just. Stop.” She begged. Gasping as she spoke. “Just. Please, stop, moving.” Michelle froze, lying flat on her back atop Margret’s insides, her ankles resting on Sophie’s shoulders. “Thank you.” Margret panted, loosening her grip. The four women sat in silence as Margret’s ragged gasps slowly returned to deep even breaths. “Sorry” Michelle said meekly. “It’s…ung” She grimaced, struggling to master the pain. “It’s OK.” She panted. The awkward silence returned. Ashley's head bobbed, as though she was having trouble staying awake. Michelle broke the silence awkwardly. “I think I saw your tits brought out.” Sophie looked at her wounded chest. The bleeding seemed to have stopped. “Huh.” “Yeah, they looked delicious. And the people eating them seemed to be really enjoying them.” Not really wanting to talk about the fate of her… of someone else’s breasts, Sophie tried to think of something else to discuss. A particular idea popped into her head. “Hey, does anyone remember what they do with the scraps here?” “Fuck if I know.” Ashley replied dreamily. Despite her dark skin, she appeared somewhat paler than she had before, and she seemed to be having trouble focusing. Margret merely grimaced and shook her head. “It was part of the contract wasn’t it?” Michelle responded, trying to be helpful. “Yeah, but I don’t remember. I didn’t think I’d survive long enough to matter.” “heh” Margret laughed weakly. “Know what you mean.” “Hey girls!” Veronica appeared above them, strapping her wrists into the hanging crossbar as “How’s everybody doing?” “You know, hanging in there.” Ashley slumped against Sophie’s side and seemed to go limp. She pretended not to notice. “Hey, do you remember what they do with the scraps here?” “Yeah, they- AAAIIIIEEEEE!!!!!” her response turned to a scream of pain as the butcher stabbed her belly, just above the pelvis and cut upward to her sternum. With practiced speed the small woman emptied out Veronica’s abdomen into the bin. Margret whimpered in pain as Michelle sputtered and struggled to stay atop the growing pile of gore. Veronica’s screams were unnaturally silenced as the butcher cut through her diaphragm. The brunet went limp as the woman roughly removed her heart and lungs. She finished by grabbing a cleaver and mechanically cutting off her feet, head and hands before taking the body to be roasted. “Oh, well.” Sophie mused as she watched Veronica’s lifeless head bounce off Michelle’s boobs. “I guess I’ll find out soon enough.” She looked over at Ashley. The girl’s dark brown eyes were staring lifelessly off into space. She let go and let the body slide down against the wall of the bin. ----------------------------------------------------- Michelle turned her head to spit out a mouthful of Veronica’s blood, coming face to face with her head’s lifeless eyes. “I guess it really is picking up out there. “Hello?” Lillian’s apprehensive voice carried over the edge of the bin. “I’m here to be butchered?” “Hey, Lillian!” Michelle called out from the bin. Lillian’s naked body appeared as she leaned over the bin, her tight belly pressing into the blunt metal edge. “Hey! You’re still here! By the way, I don’t think I’ll needing the room after all.” Michelle smiled. “You’d need to find a new roomie anyway.” “You! On the table.” The butcher apparently returned from delivering what was left of Veronica. “I’ll be back in a minute” She said to the ladies in the bin as she walked off. After a few pain filled screams, Lillian flew into the bin, minus her limbs, breasts, and cunt. Michelle moaned and writhed as the woman landed heavily on her sliced groin. Sophie pushed Ashley's lifeless body aside and moved to position Lillian in her place. Lillian whined in pain as Sophie grabbed the bleeding wound that was once her crotch and pulled her upright. Sophie hastily checked to make sure Margret was OK, but the older woman had finally bled out. “oooohhhh” Lillian moaned. “That hurt.” “What exactly did you expect?” Michelle quipped. “Not that” Lillian grimaced. “So, is it just the three of us?” She looked around at the other bodies in the bin. “Yeah” Sophie answered “You just missed Veronica. “ She gestured to the head. “And the other two bled out just before you arrived.” “Oh, Margret’s dead?” Michelle asked and began to try and sit up against the wall of the bin. She gasped in pain as she tried to slide her damaged rump across the bin floor. “ahhhhh. On second thought, I think I’ll just stay here.” Lillian looked as though she were about to say something before another scream of pain cut her off. “Hard to keep a conversation going in here.” She noted after the pain filled shriek stopped. “You have no idea” Sophie replied. ---------------------------------------- A pretty face appeared over the girls for a moment, it was framed by blond wavy hair and was clearly very young. Two bleeding red circles on her chest. She turned back to the butcher. “Um, it looks full” “No it isn’t. Just get in.” Came the butcher’s stern reply. The young woman hesitated, looking for a space to crawl in without disturbing the dying women. “Well, hop on.” Michelle patted her soft tits. “They’re really comfortable.” The woman stared at her a moment, then tried to climb in. She seemed to be having difficulty lifting her leg over the side. Eventually she just rolled awkwardly into the bin, landing on Michelle with a wet plop. In addition to her tits, her cunt was missing, and a long slit in her belly showed that her insides had been cleaned out as well. Michelle’s head was pushed by the woman’s weigh under the red pile of gore she had been reclining on. Hurriedly, the new arrival pulled herself up. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Sputtering Michelle raised her head above the gore. It took her a few seconds to realize why the woman standing above her was apologizing. She waved a hand to quiet her. “No it’s *cough* it’s OK. Sit down.” She patted her red stained chest. “But, won’t you…drown?” “Probably, but that’s not going to matter pretty soon.” Sophie smiled “You always did put other people first.” “Come on” Michelle patted her boobs once more. “I’ll try not to squirm too much” Gingerly, the young woman sat back down. Michelle exhaled as her face was pressed under the pile of discarded parts. “So what’s your name?” Sophie was trying to distract the newcomer from the woman beneath her. “Judy” She was still looking down at Michelle. “Are we sure this is all right?” Sophie nudged Judy with a foot to get her to lie back against the bin. “Look at yourself. None of us have much time left.” Judy looked down at her cut up body. Gingerly she pulled back on the flesh that covered her empty belly. She gazed into her own hollow stomach. “It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. “That’s the shock.” Lillian explained. Michelle was beginning to squirm, and her hand had found the sliced hole in Lillian’s groin. “Don’t worry.” She grimaced as the drowning girl tugged. “It goes away.” “I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” Sophie gently held Michelle’s legs to keep them from flailing. She was a little surprised how weak the dying woman’s kicks were. She could hold both legs with one arm. “Just started today” Judy was still unsure about the woman who was fighting for air beneath her. “I was trying to save up for a new car.” She looked up at shackled bar above them and the plain ceiling above. “I just can’t imagine I’m never going home again.” Judy’s statement brought Sophie’s thoughts back to the fact that there was nothing next, they were done. She didn’t like the thought. Lillian on the other hand wasn’t really listening anymore, but thinking how nice a quick nap would feel. “Yeah” Sophie agreed, not sure what else to say. “Guess I should have done the laundry before I came here.” She forced a smile at her own joke. Judy just continued to stare at the ceiling, apparently lost in though. The silence seemed deafening to Sophie. Who was actively trying not to think about the laundry, the carpet, the front door that she would never see again. Michelle’s struggles had ceased and Lillian was at least unconscious. With no one willing or able to talk, Sophie’s mind went back to pondering what this restaurant did with its scraps. It was all the future she had left to think about. ------------------------------------------------------------- The two women sat in silence for what felt like ages before another scream broke their concentration. Soon afterward a chubby woman with long raven hair rolled into the bin. Her large breasts and meaty rump being rushed off to the kitchen. She rolled onto her back between the two reclining women, her head resting on Lillian’s corpse. “Judy?” The new arrival asked, surprised to find anyone alive in this bin, much less someone she knew. “Oh, hello Professor Cooper.” She young woman replied absently. “Just Nicole now Ruth, considering.” She motioned to her bleeding wounds. “You two know each other?” Sophie asked eagerly. She grabbed at the opportunity to distract herself from thinking about her demise. “Oh yes, I taught Bimboism 201 at the local college.” Nicole seemed far more interested in talking than Ruth, who had returned to contemplating oblivion, or the ceiling. “Bimboism? I didn’t think people studied bimbos.” Sophie replied, feigning interest. “Who studies bimbos? I train women to become one. You know. Oblivious flashing, vapid gossip, letting guys trick you. That sort of thing. Love your hair by the way Ms?” “Oh sorry, it’s Sophie. And um thanks.” Nicole’s bubbly demeanor was such a contrast to previous lack of conversation, Sophie was getting social whiplash. “To be honest, I’m a bit surprised to hear Judy.” She looked up to see if Judy was offended by her talking as though she was absent, but the young woman merely continued to stare at the ceiling. “Was training to be a bimbo.” “She squeaked by with a C. I think it fills a core requirement or something. I never really paid attention. Did you go to college here?” “No, I just go to the games.” “Go Cooked Cunts!” Nicole cheered, Pumping her fist up into the air. “Did you see the last drownball match?” “That was a fantastic end to the season. Could you believe The Bitches final play?” “Oh, I didn’t actually see it. I was going to watch it in a bar, I forget which. Anyway, there was a really cute guy at the bar, so I was trying to make him jealous by fucking his friend in the bathroom. He ended up strangling me and I blacked out.” “Ohh that’s a shame. It was a great match” "I heard. I woke up after the match covered in cum and piss, so at least I missed the end for a good cause. Oh! hello Deborah.” A pail woman with neon pink hair was shackling herself to the bar above them. “Hi Ms. Cooper.” “We’re both meat now. Nicole would be fine.” “Did you get to try these Ms. Cooper? It feels so sexy, hanging over all AIIEEEEE!!!!” Deb’s eyes went wide as the butcher opened her belly from pelvis to sternum. She writhed in agony as her guts spilled into the bin below. Sophie casually helped Nicole keep her face clear as pieces of Deb fell onto her. The pink haired girl smiled weakly at the women beneath her as a wave of endorphins washed over her. She was only able to enjoy it for a moment though, before her heart and lungs were pulled out of by the butcher. A few chops later and her hands, feet and head were tossed in with the other women. Nicole casually picked up the head and stared into its lifeless eyes. “She was such a pain slut. I feel kind of bad she went so quickly. I wonder why she chose to die here.” “Maybe she expected to become scraps like us? Maybe it hurts a lot.” She trailed off a moment at this thought. Quickly she added “I don’t remember what the contract said about waste disposal, do you?” “Oh, I never read anything I sign.” Nicole responded cheerily. “I think this shade really complements her eyes. Don’t you?” She held up Deb’s face so Sophie could look at her vacant blue eyes. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- The two talked fashion and sports for a while, just killing time. Judy remained silent, contemplating her life up to that point, and the fact it wouldn’t continue. After a while, Sophie doubted she was still alive. Nicole decidedly didn’t care. “Ms Waters?” The tone of surprise in the butcher’s voice shocked Sophie. A few moments ago she would have been unable to picture the small woman without a curt professional demeanor. “I’m just meat now April. What do you need me to do?” “Um, right. Put your boobs on the table.” A few pain filled cries later and a short haired brunet rolled into the bin, laying atop Nicole and reclining against Judy’s bloody chest. The blond teen hissed in pain as Ms Waters lay her head against her, proving she was still alive, but made no effort to move her from her wound. Ms. Waters’s breasts and cunt had been removed, as had her organs through a wide gash in her belly. “April, this bin is almost overloaded. You should empty it before your next girl.” She spoke with a confidant tone. She seemed a woman used to responsibility. The short butcher was unsure whether she should treat the woman speaking as her boss, or a carcass for disposal. She nodded and rushed off to deliver her bucket of tripe and chitterlings. “Hey I remember you. Don’t you run this place?” Sophie inquired. “I was just an assistant manager, emphasis on the was.” She pulled the flaps of muscle and skin that covered her empty belly for Sophie and Nicole. “I messed up a customer’s reservation for a whole roaster. The woman he wanted was butchered by the time he and his family got here, so I offered myself as a free replacement of course. They liked one of the girls on display better. So I paid for her and took her place as meat.” “So…” Sophie wanted to act like she was interested, but she was burning with curiosity. “What happens next? I think I remember some part about getting ground into dog food” “We used to do that.” The butcher had returned and was now wheeling them down the hall. “But our buyer went out of business. So now we just dump the girls into the municipal waste. We end up in a landfill…I think.” Sophie was not particularly looking forward to waiting in a larger bin with less living company. “When’s pickup?” “The truck usually comes by tomorrow around eleven.” “Oh. Are there usually a lot of live girls in there?” “I have no idea. It’s been a long time since I had garbage duty, but it looks like we’ll find out pretty soon.” At these words Sophie felt the bin move. She felt the weight of the other corpses pressing against her injured body as she was slowly tipped over backwards. Her hair whipped about she fell headfirst into the garbage, raising her hands above her head instinctively to shield herself as she fell. She caught glimpses of the other corpses as they tumbled downward. Sophie’s pretty face sank into something soft and foul, quickly followed by most of her body. She squirmed immediately, trying to free herself, trying to get away from whatever fetid waste was pressed against her. But the weight of the rotting waste held her arms and chest in place. She could feel her legs were free as she kicked the air uselessly, unable to find any purchase she might kick to lever herself free. Some fetid water, at least it acted like water, seeped into her mouth. She gagged at its revolting taste. Her throat burned as her body tried to vomit. With nowhere to go her sick and bile burned in her throat, adding fresh pain to her degradation and growing need for air. Something soft and vile was also seeping into her nose. Her chest ached. She needed to breath. Each attempt simply brought more foulness into her body. She writhed in agony, trying to free herself. First with urgency, then with desperation, and finally with instinctual panic. Slowly, painfully, and gracelessly, the blond woman who had come in that night to make a few euros succumbed to the inevitable lack of air.