Your eyes slowly blink open. The first thing that hits you is the smell. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the stench meat that didn’t hit your nose like any store bought stuff would. The second thing? Rope binding you to a pole in the meat cellar. Sharp twine digging into your skin that you quickly realize has no clothes upon it. You’re naked. In a room full of human meat. You don’t remember how you got here. Just sudden darkness, and now here you are.

the door to the meat cellar creeks open, and in steps Mary Kate, a girl of short stature, but eyes that look like they’re already dissecting you. For someone who is a butcher of humans, she really doesn’t look the type. Small frame, black hair with bangs, and she’s actually wearing makeup, which is surprising for a person doing a job of this sort. She steps right up to you, a small bag of tools slung over her shoulder. Scalpels, butcher knives, markers to section off parts of the body, flashlights to check for any bodily illnesses, even some seasoning for… cooking you. The whole package.

Mary Kate: “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, hon’, but since we didn’t have any volunteers to be product, we had to do some… random selection.”

she chuckles quietly, her southern drawl coming across as more so cutesy than grim, even though you’re about to be chopped up and cooked.

She may be open to bargain, but that might take some convincing… good luck!