Then their mom reaches in to pull out any unnecessary parts and cut off undesirables. Dan was feeling it all. He was crying and his heartless sister didn’t seem to care. In fact, she was enjoying herself. Once clean, he was set down and dried in a roasting pan. Kat walked over with the bowls of stuffing. Dan saw it and wished his body could move away. Together both girls scooped out stuffing to stuff him full. He felt them force it inside. It tingles as the spices react to his insides. He felt full, but they kept shoving more until they were satisfied. They more they did, the less hope Dan felt for this ending.
They tied his legs together as they brush his skin with butter, salt and pepper. He was lifted and brought to the oven to roast, which had been preheating the whole time. Dan begged one last time as they closed the oven door on him. Kat winked at him.
Inside, it was hot. Surprisingly comfortably so. Time passed as he cooked. HE still screamed for help, but none came. He slowly got sleepy and his screams lessened. But before he could fall into full unconscious, the oven was opened and he was pulled out. His reactions were sluggish to this. He had be taken to the table to be dinner. All around him more dishes appeared and voices could be heard all around him. Then his tiredness left, but he was still a roasted turkey. He saw Kat grinning at him as their father raised a knife over him. With renewed energy, she screams as the cold knife imbedded itself into him and started cutting pieces off. The pain was even worse than the stuffing. The stuffing at least had some pleasure in it. This did not. Dinner had arrived and he was on the menu. Why doesn’t anyone notice and stop it?