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The sounds were always what frightened little Sadie the most. Those desperate moans, followed by a quick crunching impact--then silence. As the cycle began anew, over and over again, she curled up tight under her covers and tried to imagine herself far, far away.
The family business was easy for the rest of them to live with--her father and stepmother, plus the six insensitive cretins that called her sister. And she kept telling herself that it served an important purpose, providing quality meat at wholesale prices to families far and wide.
But after a time, something unexpected happened. The sounds stopped shocking her--that in and of itself isn't strange, given the human spirit's limitless capacity for apathy. What surprised Sadie was that she was beginning to enjoy it.
Each time the thud/squish of a bovine skull being caved in by a metal piston traveled into her bedroom, she imagined it was not a poor defenseless cow, but the snot-nosed bully in the schoolyard; the callous boy in her Social Studies class who tore up her love letters; the shriveled old maid in the drug store who caught her stealing lipstick. Before long, she was able to transform her fear and revulsion into satisfaction, vindication, and--dare she imagine it--ecstasy.
By the end of her 21st year, she was shaking the dust of Waxahatchie, Texas from her steel-toed boots and venturing out into the cold, hard world--which now seemed less cold and hard to Slaughterhouse Sadie, the young woman she had grown to become, whose own heart was colder and harder than anything they could throw at her.
People were nothing more than cattle to her now, just waiting for her to bring the hammer down...Written by Brian Solomon
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