So she would not have much time to enjoy her life as a cow, Becky reckoned. Already the truck doors opened and with the aid of a lot of pulling and strong zips from the electric prods the frightened cattle was moved down a corridor. Randy's was a highly modern slaughterhouse. The cattle would not have to wait for its slughter but the long passage led directly to the stunning area. Here it split into several corridors in which the cattle had to lign up. Becky was behind a large bull and could not but marvel at his huge balls which were dangling almost in her face as the other cattle from behind pushed her forward, themselves forced by the constant electric prodding. When Becky had rounded another corner of the maze-like passage way, she saw at a distance the metal doors through which the cattle passed one by one. Soon she could also her the constant hissing sound of the stun guns. She was to shocked to think of any resistance and moved ahead step by step. Then the door lifted again and it was the bull's turn. She had just time to see how he was lifted by his right hind leg on a chain when she found herself pushed into the stunning box. A horror never before felt overcame her and she felt a large brown package of shit drop behind her. The man operating the gun just laughed nastily and remarked: "Don't worry. It's over...right...now." And with that he shot the bolt into her brain. But it was not over yet. He must have missed vital parts and although she couldn't move any more, Becky was still fully conscious. She felt how she dropped to the floor and slid to one side while the box opened. She felt the men put a chain around her leg and how she was slowly lifted up. At the bleeding station she had to endure the horrible feeling of having her throat cut but through a miracle she was still conscious. She even was conscious when she was further lifted up and a man cut around her vagina and butthole, opened her belly and tore her intestines out. She only slowly dozed off when her head with cut off with a chainsaw and her last impression ws that of her head on a pile of dull looking cattle heads in a corner.
At least she did not have to endure the feeling of being skinned and cut into pieces. Her meat turned out to be real prime stock. She made a wonderful pile of steaks and burgers at Randy's. Her skin was of equally high standard and ended up as raw material for a whole series of designer shows.