Arthur shuffled into the alleyway, dumping the 'package' right where it said to. Clapping the dust off his hands, Arthur stepped to the front of the store and entered.
"I- uh.. Got that package…" He spoke to the butcher. "Good, GOOD!"

"You're brilliant y'know that?" complimented Mr. Cutty.

Again, that unnerving feeling returned to Arthur. Something wasn't quite right about Mr. Cutty. Other than of course, the package hidden right behind the store.

"I got a more permanent job, if yer up for it! The choice, of course is yours." He directed Arthur into a small room with two doors. "Just go through that door if you want to take the job."

Arthur did hesitate for a moment. He didn't want to do this so-called 'job', but he didn't know what would happen if he upset the butcher. Making a final decision, he walked to the exit. Maniac or not, he didn't want to get into any deeper shit than he already had to.

"Wrong choice there, lad." Was all Arthur heard before he felt the shock of a spanker electrocuting him.

Arthur woke up gasping for air, the world around him was quite blurry and dim. His hands reached around the floor.

Where- where are my glasses?!

He anxiously thought, before finally he felt his hands brush up against the familiar object. Picking them up, Arthur slid them onto his face, blinking his eyes a few times, letting himself adjust.

He attempted to recall the memories that had led him to this stage, but to no avail. Glancing around the room he saw posters and diagrams for meat, and where it came from. Arthur felt overwhelmed and dizzy. The feeling getting worse when he realised the door was jammed. Tense, he reached for his lock-picks.

"Where are my things?" he mumbled

He jumped as his train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a voice blurting out from a speaker.

"Welcome to Cutty's Mechanical kitchen! Featuring the latest in meat packing technology!" Arthur groaned inwardly, unwanted memories flooding back into his head. God how was he supposed to get out of this predicament? How did he even get himself into this?

"It used to take days to dismantle a carcass. With my new inventions, one apprentice can reduce a carcass to it's edible parts in no time at all." Arthur felt nauseous again, but Mr Cutty continued.
"Now the first thing I need you to do is obtain the package from the upstairs cold storage room. Don't worry, at not point will you have to unwrap the package, the magic all happens through the provided access valve!"

Arthur hesitantly stood up, nearly overcome by dizziness. The door that, just a few moments ago was jammed, creaked open. He stepped out of the room, looking left and right, anxious to step outside of the 'safe-haven'.

As soon as he mustered the courage to leave the space, he looked upon in horror as he saw all the machinery covered in blood and gore.

Bile rose up in Arthur's throat, but he swallowed it with disgust. How crazy was Mr Cutty?

He turned to a room that had heavy-set metal doors. This must be that freezer, the one with the… Package. He shuddered slowly opening the doors.
A puff of cool air and rotten stench blew into Arthur's face as the door opened. His nose wrinkled in disgust at the smell. Opening his eyes, he saw the 'package', picking it up.

"First, we must exsanguinate the package!" Arthur jumped, nearly dropping the corpse.

"Bring it down to the Exsanguinator." Arthur stepped down the stairs cautiously, noticing all the Spankers hanging above him on the ceiling. He gulped loudly, there had to have been at least one for every room! He made it to a machine that had a huge glass containment device, with questionably red liquids being held inside.

"Before you mount the package, you'll need to operate each machine once; just to clear any residue and check its operational soundness."

"Don't want to contaminate the product, do we?"

I think contamination is the least of our worries here.. Arthur thought begrudgingly. He spun the valve, letting the machine clear out, like he had been told. The machine made odd sounds, sounds he was sure weren't mechanical. A grimace spread upon his face, Arthur mounted the 'package' and turned the valve once-more.

The machine and corpse made dreadful sounds that would surely haunt Arthur in his nightmares, as well as his every waking moment.

The machine came to a stop, dropping the body to the ground, and reluctantly Arthur picked it up. Great, something else to remember.

"Next up, evisceration!"

"That would be the… The uh- Eviscerator?" Arthur sarcastically responded.

The butcher either hadn't heard or just paid no attention to this, as he had begun to explain how to work the next machine; promptly reminding Arthur test the machine first. Arthur pressed the button, this time very mechanical sounds whirred from the machine, very bad mechanical sounds.

"Was it supposed to do that?" Arthur asked innocently.

"Did you not see the blades come out?" Mr Cutty abruptly spoke over the speaker.

"No.. Just sparks."

"Oh, dear. The commutator has overloaded again. I thought I fixed that." This time the butcher sounded quite distressed

"Surely you should come down and fix it?"

"HAH! I'm quite sure you can manage it on your own. There's a spare one in the storage cupboard downstairs. You can only insert it one way." He sounded quite confident.

As Arthur stepped into the storage room, he spotted a trap-door and another spanker stationed onto the ceiling. Hmm, this must be the way out.. Why else would he put a Spanker inside this room?

Arthur couldn't remember the immediate events, all he could recall was that he saw the processing meat and rushed to the toilet, puking profusely. Up until now he had held it in, but seeing the meat get turned into Bundt-cake had sort of flipped his stomach.

How could he do this? Pack and deliver humanmeat to other humans?!

It repulsed Arthur to an unimaginable level. His gut hurt, trying to get rid of what was left of his last meal. Finding he could no longer puke, Arthur shakily stood back up. He looked up to the mostly shattered mirror, taking in deep-long breathes.

Guess I better get back out there before, Mr Cutty gets twitchy with his Spankers…

Arthur somehow managed to get through the rest of the day without puking. He sighed tiredly after the particularly gruesome day. And after all of that; he was still trapped here. Geez, Mr Cutty wasn't kidding when he said permanent, was he? The butcher had allowed him a break for the day, saying he did an excellent job and was sure to do even better the next day.

Pfft as if I'm going to stay another day! Arthur had planned out a promising escape; if he were to sabotage one of Mr Cutty's new machines, he could get into the trap-door and escape! All he had to do was get the part of machinery to stick into the… 'Package'.

Oh god, does that mean I have to stick the part into the meat? Arthur felt disgusted at the mere thought.

He decided he would get the part from the Eviscerator… He snuck back down stairs and retrieved the broken part, hoping that Mr Cutty was also taking a break and not watching his every move.

Or at least think he was cleaning..

Jogging back up two steps at a time, Arthur rushed back into the room he woke up in. Wanting to get some much-needed rest, after-all, it was going to be a busy-day.

"Are you ready for another day of servin' people?"

Arthur jumped, falling out of the uncomfortable mattress. His eyes flicking to the shuttered windows, no light peeked through. Odd.

"I mean serving the people.." The butcher laughed darkly "It's my little joke!" He seemed to be quite a narcissist, didn't he?
Brushing off his dirtied suit, Arthur went over his plan again in his head:

-Stick the broken part in the body.

-Get Mr Cutty to come down and fix it

-Run to the basement

-Escape

Seemed easy enough… Right? Hopefully. This time the door was already open, Arthur stepped out slightly more confidently than the previous day. He ran his fingers over the texture of the broken piece, the cool metal quite soothing.

He took deliberate steps, hoping he wasn't being too suspicious. Stepping over to the button next to the hanging corpse, Arthur stuck the piece of metal into the package where Mr Cutty would have difficulty seeing. Gagging at the rubbery texture and disturbing sounds. Then pressing the button, he waited. Loud clatter and screeches nearly instantaneously filled Arthur's ears, a familiar ringing returning.

"Uhh- something bad happened!" Arthur blurted out, he came across as genuinely worried. He was, but not for the exact same reasons Mr Cutty thought.

Seriously, are you having second thoughts, now? Arthur thought crossly.

"I better come down there-" The butcher's voice cut off, as he left the speaker and entered Arthur's 'work-place'. Arthur began to walk away from the scene and in the direction of the cellar. He turned the corner, walking directly into something, or someone.

Arthur jumped back upon seeing Mr Cutty, a loud shriek escaping his throat, escaping better than he could a butcher. How pathetic.

"S-sorry! I- uh…" His gaze shifted frantically around the room. Quick, Arthur- Think!

His gaze fell upon the machine, an idea quickly filtering into his head.
"-I thought that you might need tools, so I was going to get you some!"

Mr Cutty's eyes narrowed for a second, his stare only breaking when more clatter came from the machine. He pushed Arthur aside in favour for the room. Only growling out a small,

"Don't go anywhere- I just need to see what's wrong first."

As soon as he was out of sight, Arthur, of course immediately went somewhere. That somewhere, being his way to the cellar.

Quietly, he attempted to sneak away, hoping that he went pretty much unnoticed. As soon as he was sure that he was out of immediate danger, he took longer strides, rushing down the stairway.

Making his way to the bottom, he creaked open the closet door and if just on cue he heard the butcher's cry of absolute horror.

"What on earth did you do to it?!"

Not wanting to be caught red-handed, Arthur hopped down into the basement, his heart thumping in his throat.