Happy to be their Dinner (excerpt)

by Frodo

Alice felt the warmth of the steamy kitchen against her bare skin. She could smell the rich aromas of the boiling broths and baking breads. Alice watched the Chinese cooks bustling around with a frantic urgency. She could see one girl, the curvaceous one, sitting in a giant cauldron made of tempered glass. Her legs were bound up underneath her and her hands tied behind her back. Her mouth still gagged and her eyes locked in terror as several cooks diced carrots, potatoes, peppers, onions and other vegetables and dropped them into the pot with her. Alice could see a large incision running up the girls pudgy stomach, stitched closed with silk thread.

Alice watched as the cooks started pouring buckets of water into the cauldron. The girl, nestled in her ingredients, wriggled with urgency as it appeared they were going to carry out their plan to boil her alive. When it was filled, a giant lid of gleaming, polished copper adorned with brass steam valves and a hole in the center was brought over and secured over the pot. They held the girl's head, guiding it through the hole, then fastened a collar about her neck that secured her head to the lid. She was trapped now. Unable to move her head. Alice could imagine the purpose. As her body was being cooked, her head, shielded from the heat would be the last thing to go. She was going to be conscious for most of the ordeal.

The cooks wheeled the giant pot and girl out into the main hall. Alice could hear their oohs and ahs as the doors opened briefly. Moments later, the cooks returned, walking in Alice's direction.

Alice wanted to smile as they were wheeled out into the main hall and received an ovation from the hungry patrons. Alice could see the first girl simmering away in her stew pot with plumes of steam hissing from valves, her mewing and painful moaning was done with and her head only feebly bobbed up and down.

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