The journey began as new cargo entered the selection pens. Awaiting inspection they watched others disappear into the factory. Soon it was her turn led to the processing line. The cold steel awaited its next subject. Secured for the initial steps of transformation. Expert hands began their work tenderizing the prize. No escape from the inevitable demonstration. The processing plant hummed with anticipation. Next on the line a new delicacy was prepared. Fresh produce waiting for its final treatment. Packaged and ready for discreet transport. Or perhaps a private viewing. The feast was now served. A primal hunger for forbidden flesh. Others awaited a different fate. Last moments before the transformation was complete. Ready for display the finished product now perfect. The production line continued unabated. Even Mai Shiranui could not escape this dark world. Her fate sealed for the market.