I’d been tied up down there for a couple of days when she came down to drag me upstairs, still bound. We got into a large kitchen, and she told me that if I made too much noise, she’d make it all worse. She told me that I was the perfect size and fattiness for her Master’s liking, and that I’d do for his Thanksgiving meal. My eyes got so wide, but I was gagged, and couldn’t even beg for my life. 
She took the gag out, but only for a bare second, and then an apple was being lodged into my mouth with twine binding it in place. It was wedged just so that I couldn’t bite through it without breaking my jaw. She laid me down on a table on my belly, with my knees curled up under me, and shoved a turkey baster up my cunt. Apparently she wanted to wash me out, because she did that a few times with water and what I could only guess was vinegar. Then, she took a long tube and shoved it up my ass, forcing it deeper, and then I felt a huge, prolonged rush of water as she washed all my bowels out, muttering about how she couldn’t serve Master a foul dish. She tied me up, next, with my legs curled under me, and my arms curled alongside my body like chicken wings. I thought surely she’d put me in the oven whole, but I was wrong. She pulled a big block of wood out and put it under my throat, pulling my head as far from the rest of my body as she could. I hardly saw the gleam of the blade… 
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