Tim lay there. A head amongst fifty or so. He tongue lolled out of his mouth to the side. He was waiting for death. Why wasn't it here? Directly in front of him, the hefty bull was staring at him. Was the bull still in there as well? Society seemed to assume having your head cut off was the end of the line, and your existence ceased thereafter, but here he was, unable to move, stuck staring out of eyes that refused to move.
Oddly Tim felt like he could still feel his body. Like a numbed limb, he could feel it being tugged and cut and processed. What was the future for him now? Heaven, hell? He didn't know. Unfortunately for Tim it seemed the latter was in order. After an unspecified amount of time, the container which housed Tim and the herd of cows he was part of started moving. A short time later it stopped. He hadn't moved very far, so Tom suspected he was still in the slaughterhouse. Light began to flow through the collection of heads before he was roughly hoisted up by a rather fat looking man. The man brought Tim over to a machine and deposited the head on a shallow spike. Tim felt the spike embed itself Into his head. He screamed as it oeneteated various tendons and ended up wedged against his tongue.
The worker grabbed hold of the nose ring and ripped it out of Tim's nose. He then clipped off his ears. Tim saw the yellow tag in his ear. "3276458" it read. That number was all Tim was thanks to that watch. Just the three millionth two hundred and seventy six thousandth four hundred and fifty eighth cow to undergo this bone chilling experience. The tag was ripped out and placed into a separate box, ready to be recycled to some poor calf that would some day be in the same position Tim was.
A saw activated and Tom's view vibrated as the horns he had on his head were cut off, and placed in another box. The worker than grabbed a knife and began cutting the skin off his head. Tim screamed, although he felt very little, it was obvious what was happening. After, his head was turned around and he came face to face with the same bull again. The bull was hornless, earless and skinless. His bulging eyes looking at Tim still. Both Tim and the bull were then picked up again and dropped into a vat of boiling water.