Jeff didn't have to lay around for long, wondering what would happen next. The woman separated his neck from the little scrap of his torso, and threw his spine in to join his organs in the trash. He saw and felt her carry the cutting board and set it next to the kitchen sink, then start a stream of cold water running. She then picked him up, piece by piece, rinsing and setting each into a large white bowl. As she set his neck in last, he still had a bit of a view of her activities. He saw her turn, open the fridge and grab a large bottle of tangy barbecue sauce. She poured generously over Jeff, as he felt more helpless than he had ever before. It was crystal clear to him now that he had joined the food chain. After she screwed the cap back on, and set the bottle back into the fridge, she reached into the bowl, using both hands to toss the chicken around in the sauce, then aggressively rubbed the sauce into every nook and cranny, every cut and tear. From Jeff's perspective, it was a mixed sensation of a deep tissue massage, but combined with the overwhelming smells of his own raw flesh and barbecue sauce, burning and stinging like nothing he had ever felt. "Ok then," her cheery voice boomed over Jeff and the bowl... "We'll pop this in the fridge for later." Jeff felt him self being lifted, then set onto the middle glass shelf in the refrigerator. Through the top shelf, he saw bottom of a milk jug directly above him, but only for a second, as the door was closed, and the light went out, leaving the chicken to chill and marinate.