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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs18\kerning28 Shamelessly
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\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     The notification
 came as was usual by messenger. Bobbie\u8217\'92s name had come up in the lottery
. Once she had signed for the letter she had ten days to comply. Ten days to put
 her affairs in order and to say goodbye to whatever friends and family she had. 
Ten days to decide if she was going to have a party where she would be the main 
course for a barbeque, allow herself to be auctioned off to the highest bidder who
 would dispose of her any way he saw fit, or just show up at the processing center
.  Now having any family nor close friends the first option was not really doable
. The second was even worse. Once more there was no one she wished the proceeds 
to go to, besides the idea of allowing some stranger or worse some casual acquaintance
 to have her to use as he saw fit was just too much. No, it was better to show up
 at the center and let a strange professional do it. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     The center
 looked a lot like a small hospital, clean and sterile. When Bobbie checked in there
 was even  a similar procedure to it all. A quick physical, blood tests, and X-rays
. A questionnaire that asked a lot of personal questions [ Just how had she been
 when she had lost her virginity?] and a short interview with some guy in a white
 coat. Then things happened a lot faster. \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     Within
 minutes she was naked. A shower followed. A douche, then a second one that smelled
 odd. Three, count them three enemas were performed before she was herded to another
 shower. Then she was shaved. Every hair on her body was removed. Another short 
shower to rinse any hair off.  \par}

\pard\nowidctlpar\nooverflow\sl240\slmult1{\f0\lang1033\fs22\kerning28     She noticed
 the sign on the door at the last second but it seemed unreal. Did it really say
 Killing Room? She had just time to look around. A small room with walls and a floor
 that seemed coated with some shiny stuff. It looked easy to clean with large drains
 and a wash down  system. Two large men wearing scrubs were waiting. Before she 
had a chance to react to the surroundings she was handcuffed. Gently but firmly 
she was forced to lay on the floor. A gambrel [ a spreader bar ] was strapped to
 her ankles. The hook of a hoist was snapped into the center lifting ring and she
 was lifted to hang head down. She saw only the flash of light on steel before she
 felt the touch of the knife on her throat. A sensation of disbelief as the red 
fountains spurted. Then a spreading darkness enfolded her. No longer a living breathing
 woman but only a hundred pounds of meat on its way to the butcher shop.}}