I walk into the butcher shop downstairs. I walk over to my workbench. I pick up my favorite knife. I feel the edge of the blade. It needs to be razor sharp for what I'm about to do. I start sharpening it. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. "Hi Daddy." Kelly says. Surprisingly her voice is not sad, but slightly happy. "Hi Baby." I say. But my voice has a slight tone of sadness. I turn and look at her. She is nude. Her blonde hair is tied in a ponytail. She has a smile on her face. Her skin is tan. Her breasts are firm. Her whole body is perfectly toned. She has shaved her pubic area. She is a Grade A Meatgirl. "Damn it! I just evaluated my daughter's body like a common Meatgirl." I think to myself. "I tried to call Britney, to tell what is going to happen. But I couldn't get ahold of her." She says. "Please let her know? She'll be mad at herself that she wasn't her for me." "I know Baby. She loves you so much!" I tell her. "I'm so glad that you are okay that her and I are girlfriends." She says. "Her dad can't stand it." "Well, I've always wanted you to be happy! And since she makes you happy, I'm happy!" I tell her. "I know Daddy. And I love you some much for everything you've done for me!" She says. She gives me a kiss on the cheek. I want to grab her, and hug her, and cry. But I must be strong for her. "So, how do I look, Daddy? I saw you looking me over." She says. "What meat grade would you give me?" "I'm sorry Sweetheart, force of habit." I tell her. "It's okay Daddy. But, what would you grade me as?" She asks. "Of course you are Grade A, Sweetheart." I tell her. "Thank you Daddy!" She says. "So, how are you going to do this? I see you're sharpening your favorite knife. Will you be using it to kill me?" "I was thinking of putting you into the Beheading machine to do it." I say. I still can't get the sadness out of my voice. But why should I? I'm about to kill and process my daughter into a carcass that will be cooked over a BBQ grill for tonight's 4th of July celebration. "Oh Daddy, not like that. Please? I want you to use your knife and cut off my head!" She says. I'm shocked that she asks me to do this! "Please Daddy?" She says. "How can I do that to you? You're my daughter. It's hard enough on me to do this without you asking me to end your life with my knife." I say. "Please? I don't want to be killed by that machine! Please do it to me yourself?" She begs. "I...I..." I stutter. "Please, Daddy?" She pleads. "If that is what you really want?" I say. "Yes Daddy. I really want you to do this for me!" She says. "Very well. Well, I guess we'd better get this done. The truck will be here in an hour to pick you up. Or, pick up what used to be my daughter." I say, again with sadness in my voice. "Oh thank you Daddy!" She says, with a strange happiness in her voice. "I need you to kneel down for me." I tell her. "Okay." she says. She kneels down. I walk around behind her. She looks up at me. I look down at her. I look into her blue eyes. "I love you Daddy!" She says. "I love you to Kelly!" I tell her. I kiss her on her forehead. She smiles. "Are you ready, Baby?" I ask her. "Yes." she says. "Will this hurt?" she asks. "My knife is very sharp. But I'm not as fast as the Beheading machine. So, I imagine that the first cut will hurt. But, after that, I don't know." I tell her. "How long will it take you to cut off my head?" she asks. "I think about 10 to 15 seconds?" I tell her. I see her gulp. "Okay Baby. Let's get this done." She closes her eyes. I grab a hold of her ponytail with my left hand. I put the knife to the left side of her throat. "Goodbye Baby." I say. Then with a firm pressure I draw the knife across her throat. The sharp blade slices easily and deeply into her throat. Her eyes pop open. Her mouth opens as if to scream. But no sound comes out. Blood starts to flow out of the cut. The blood starts to flow down towards her breasts. "I'm sorry Baby!" I say. I want to cry. But I hold it back. A tear still falls from my eyes. I quickly move the knife back to the left side of her throat, and slice again. The blade cuts deeper into her throat. This time I sever her jugular veins and carotid arteries. Now blood sprays out of her neck. The blood flows down between her breasts. And heads down her body. I tilt her head forward, and move my knife back to the left side of her neck. I make quick slices till I reach her spinal column. I move my knife to the right side of her neck. I make quick slices till I reach her spinal column. Then I cut between her vertebra, and sever her spinal cord. Her head comes off in my hand. Blood is dripping from her neck. Her body falls forward. THUD! it hits the floor. Blood is still squirting out of her neck with each beat of her heart. A large puddle of blood forms. Her arms are slightly spread out, palms of her hands up. Her fingers twitch. Her bottom is up in the air. I see her anus puckering. And her pussy quivering. "Oh God, I've done it. I've cut off my daughter's head." I think to myself. I feel queezy! VIEW OF KELLY"S FACE. Kelly's eyes are still wide open. "It must be done. I can't feel anything." She thinks to herself. "That hurt at first. But then then I could only feel the pressure of the knife cutting through my neck. Now nothing." Her eyes look down. "Oh, I can see my body! Oh, look at all that blood coming from my neck! I can see my ass and pussy! It is very cute! Now I can see why Britney loved going down there so much! I'm going to miss that so much! I'm going to miss her so much!" Her eyes shift to the right, then left. "I wish I could see my dad 1 more time." Oh, it's starting to get dark. My brain is out of fresh blood, and is shutting down. I guess it's time for me to go. "I love you Daddy!" Her mouth moves, but the words don't come out. Before she fades away, her head is turning. her Dad's face comes into view. I look into her eyes. Her eyelids flutter and start to close. "Oh, crap! Her brain is still alive. Kelly's eyes look up at me. I look at hers. She can see there are tears in my eyes. Again her mouth moves. "I love you Daddy!" I see her lips move. "I love you, Baby!" I say. Amazingly she smiles at me! Then her eyes close. She is gone. Now I cry! I walk over to my workbench. I set my knife down. I carefully place her head on a stand sitting there. The stand shaft goes into her throat. I remove the tie holding her hair in the ponytail. I fluff it out. Even in death she is beautiful! I turn around walk over to her body. I bend down and ease her body onto her back. then I pick her up, and carry her over to the table where I will gut her and prepare her for the spit that she will be cooked on. I gently lay her on the table. Only a trickle of blood is still leaking from her neck. I grab the sprayer and turn on the water. I wash the blood from her body. It flows towards the drain. Once that is done, I towel dry her body. I take out a filet knife from the drawer beside the table. I bring it up to the base of her neck. "And now comes the nasty part. Cutting her body open to remove all her internal organs." I think to myself. Just as I'm getting ready to make the cut... RING! RING! The front doorbell sounds. "Now who could that be?" I think. "I'm not open for another hour." RING! RING! RING! "Damn it!" I put down the knife. "This better be important!" I wipe the tears from my eyes, and head towards the front of the store.                       TO BE CONTINUED....