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 Jez Chuckled to herself as she walked along the deck of the airship 'Death's Fancy.' Her mechanical hand gripping firmly around the small neko girl's neck, able to feel her squirm as she moved into the engineering section, her home. She smiled wickedly and sighed. Tears rolled down the child's face as she gagged and choked, prying at the immovable fingers around her neck. They were cold and metal.


"Captain said to throw you into the macerator. So…let’s see how long you can hang on". She chimed to her, grabbing a rope. Jez’s plan simple; Hang the girl above the opening of the machine and let gravity feed her into it. Ember struggled in Jez’s iron grip, managing to choke out a few words.


“P-Plea....why....wha...d-di...I....d-do....?” The child asked pleadingly, using her weak little hands to push against the adult woman's chest, unable to do much more than hope to slip out of her grasp. Jez huffed, it was always her who got the messy jobs, but then she did so love the sounds they made. She licked her lips and chuckled to herself while her other hand put the rope around the girl’s delicate neck.


"You stowed away thinking you could sneak a free ride. Not on this ship, love. You are too small for the crew to fuck, and too weak to catch mice. In a word, you're pathetic". She spat at the neko to finish her point before throwing one end of the leash up over a rafter and placing the small weakling in the trough of the machine, making her stand on the roller's teeth as it was not turned on yet.


Embers eyes went wide, for the answer she feared was spoken. She sneaked onto this ship because it was set for a destination- her hometown. The kitten’s mother had become deathly ill and the child caught word. Desperately wanting to get home to her mother before anything bad happened, Ember snuck aboard. She promised her mother she would come home and take care of her, but looking around at her situation, that seemed unlikely and she started to beg through tears.


“P-Please...I’m begging you! I-I was on my way to see my mommy!! I d-don't have...a-any money...but she is sick a-and needs my help!” The child started to sob, her legs trembling and her head hanging low, tears sprinkling onto the metal blades beneath her. “Please...I-I promised her...I promised her....”

Jez just sighed as she held onto the leash with one hand and her other hand hovered over the 'on' button. She hummed as if thinking about what she did next, only to smile wickedly.


“She will love the little tins of free food I deliver to her then" She said before tugging on the leash, lifting Ember up by her neck, the rough rope yanking her up and digging into her neck. Ember’s tiny body an insignificant amount of weight for the rather strong woman to pick up. This yanking motion caused the kitten to flail, sending one of her ragged shoes into the blades below, as well as another smaller object onto the floor next to Jez.


Jez’s free hand came down sinisterly atop the ‘on’ button, the rollers starting to turn, clean silver metal teeth slid against each other as the beast of an industrial machine whirred into life. Slowly, she lowered the neko to wait for something to catch her, listening out for the inevitable screams of pain.


Ember whimpered in terror as she watched her shoe get macerated in less than a second, fabrics and cloth stuck in the teeth now. She looked over at the woman slowly lowering her, the kitten's big red eyes absolutely pleading for mercy. Her feet were mere inches from the spinning blades now. Ember wriggled around fruitlessly, crying and begging for mercy. Then it happened. A loud shriek followed by the sickening sounds of flesh and bone being crushed and torn apart. Her feet had been snagged by the machine and child was now no more than future blade-fodder.


Jez heard that scream and sighed, letting go of the leash to watch the show. Her eyes sparkled as the metal blades pulled and ripped at the flesh, seeing blood splatter up the walls of the trough, her curiosity making her look at the output of the thing, seeing strands of crushed and torn meat, toes still fully intact, splinters of bone and clothes all painted a beautiful shade of gore red. Her hand moving to press record on a device, wanting to record everything she saw to warn other stowaways of what happens aboard the ‘Death’s Fancy’.


Suddenly, something caught Jez’s eye, the filament bulbs reflecting on a small gold locket lying on the ground. Inside was a picture of an even younger version of Ember and who was presumably her mother. It would be the last remaining thing of the poor kitten after being fed to the monstrous machine. It must have fallen from Ember’s person as she was hoisted up above the sharp blades.


The little neko screamed and bucked around wildly. However, it was all for naught. She was snagged in the machine and the only way out was down...through the blades. It started to pull her down to her shins, shattering them before pulling the flesh and tendons apart with the razor-sharp blades. Her screams were ear piercing and unsettling coupled with the sounds of her body getting macerated. Blood would go everywhere, creating a mosaic of flesh and blood along the walls of the machine as well as plastering the rollers with bone-imbedded gore.


She was down to her knees now, Ember looking up at the recording device, the device captured her horrified expression and the sounds of her pitiful screeches. Ember fell forward as both knee caps were destroyed, the pain beyond belief. This allowed her to grab onto the top of the edge of the machine, for a moment touching Jez's shoe standing near the opening. Her little fingers grasped the edge with all her might, actually stopping her decent into the blades somewhat. She hung there, sobbing like the child she was, her fingers inches from Jez's feet.


“P-plea...do-don't...k-kill me....”. The poor thing begged, her face covered in tears and her own blood.


Jez just smiled with a sick gleeful expression in her eyes, a sort of strange mixture of wonder and interest. She pondered as the kitten hung there, sobbing. ‘The captain could punish people with this thing too…’


The heartless woman licked her lips again and kept watching, drinking in Ember’s pleas for life. She had heard it all before, and seemed uninterested. Without warning, she lifted one of her brass clad feet up, took aim with her heel and drove it down into the neko's nose. A sickening crunching sound added to the symphony of mechanical ripping, the macerator not slowing in any way as it worked the neko into a meaty pulp. The blade rollers caught her again and were now sinking their teeth into her thighs. Blood from the impact of her face coated the bottom of Jez's shoe as well and splattering it across the open locket, covering the gold and photo inside with the child's blood. Ember returned to screaming and sobbing loudly as the blade took her deeper and deeper. Her waist was next, the blades tearing apart the top of her thighs and almost immediately crushing her pelvis. Through all this, Jez just thought about her next plan, peering over at the centrifuge and oven before giggling.


"You are going to be neko food for your mother, love, you are helping her get better~!" Jez planned to use the manual cannery to easily pack the remains of the girl into something that would look like tinned food.


Ember felt her entire waist compress as the large hip bone was destroyed. She looked down just in time to see bits of her very own bones and flesh explode from her lower stomach. She had very little time left, and she knew it. As a result, the child's short life began to flash before her eyes. Memories of home and friends and family caressed her tortured soul. The pain would fade for a moment before returning 10-fold as her belly tore open, her guts spilling out. Ember watched her intestines coil out from within her, getting caught and mangled in the blades. The torque of the spinning rollers ripped the rest out from inside of her. She could feel her life rapidly slipping now. All she could manage was whispers for her mother up until the very end. It was all she had.

“M-Mommy...mommy...mommy...m-mo-mommy....”


Jez took pleasure in all of this, feeling her loins tingle with excitement. The woman then looked down at her boot, sighing at the blood covering her boot.

"Fuck sake, got to clean that now…little shit". She grumbled, not watching the rest of the show as the neko's guts slipped and squelched out, organs popping out in different colors, pus and acids spilling out between the blades. Jez knew she was going to have to clean the machine later, but at the moment, she had to make herself look good. Without much thought, she waved her hand without even turning to look at the nearly dead neko after hearing the poor creature’s whispers for her mother.


"She will see you soon love, be a dear and die now, okay?" She chimed, adjusting the recording device and pointing it lower into the mouth of the blood plastered machinery.


Ember couldn't hear Jez anymore. Her ears were filled with the echoing voices of the family she was letting down by dying here. "You didn't save her…" She heard her deceased fathers voice, "…just like you couldn't save me". She then heard her mother's voice, "You promised me Ember...you promised me. I'm going to die because of you".

The little neko’s final moments were filled with despair, tears of blood leaking from her eyes. She was a failure. A pathetic excuse for a neko. She was dumb. A weakling. Worthless. Then...she was gone. Her red eyes had gone blank and her body limp. She was already dead by the time her ribs and respiratory system were destroyed. Shards of ribs shot from the machine and landed on the floor near her locket. Her arms were pushed upwards as the machine continued its merciless assault on the dead creature. Her neck went down easy after her shoulders were destroyed. There was a horrifically wet crunch as her skull caved in, grey matter and bits of her skull going everywhere. During the process of her head getting smushed, one of her eyeballs popped from her skull and was launched across the room, bouncing off a wall and landing behind Jez. The last of the kitten- her arms, were pulled into the macerator. Then her hands, fingers….until…there was nothing left.


Blood dripped from every square inch of the machine, as well as some of the walls outside of the opening to the blades. Her brains were still caught between the blades having been so squishy and easy to get caught. There was no more screaming, no more struggling, no more crying and begging. Just the whirring sound of the rollers and blades slickly passing each other as the last bits of the kitten were funneled down into the output of the misused machine.


Jez had already lost interest, humming to herself as the machine idly whirred away. Her attention was on cleaning her boots, ignoring the slick thump of bits landing around her. She inspected her cleaned boots before nodding. Turning around, she smiled, seeing nothing of the kitten left. Her hand gently pushed the off button on the recording device before kicking the eyeball and rib bone into the trough. She walked away to get a packet of flavoring and gel mix. She continued to hum as she poured it into the trough, waiting a few seconds before getting a hose to wash the machine.


Some time later, Jez took the container that was fed by the macerator and poured it into the centrifuge. Over the next half hour, the centrifuge separated the remains into liquids, meat, bone and cloth before feeding the waste into the incinerator. The next hour was spent cooking the meat and letting the fats drip into the slowly setting gel. Eventually, she had finished her job.


In front of her, there stood eighty tins of processed cat food delicately packed into a crate ready to be delivered to Ember's house. Jez used the ID in the little girl’s wallet she had snagged earlier to find her address. She left the crate of tins topped with the bloody locket by the door with a note that read: 'From Ember, I gave my everything to make these for you, get well soon.'


End