It was getting colder and colder in the fridge, so I wondered how much longer I would be here. I pulled myself up to the centre of the meat, hoping not to freeze to death. If I had pulled myself up from the meat muscle, the buyers would have seen me and certainly rejected me. I didn't want to end up in the organic waste.
Since the shop opened at seven in the morning, I only heard footsteps nearby. After a few hours, a man grabbed the meat box I was in, looked at the information that said I was organic and decided to buy the box.
I slowly got warmer. I relaxed and thought about how I could escape from this situation. After all, I didn't want anyone to eat me. I really just wanted the bully to retaliate, but I still didn't know where I was.
While the man arrived home from shopping in his car and was talking to himself, wondering whether he had bought the right thing, I heard his wife come running up to him and ask what he had bought. 'Your lunch,' he shows her the meat packaging. He knew that she was now very hungry, so he immediately set off to cook for me.
His wife ate meat, fruit and drank without end. She also sat at the kitchen table as she watched him prepare lunch. He unwrapped the meat and put me in the pan. At the same time, he tried to make her a cherry salad by slicing tomatoes and cucumbers and mixing both ingredients with lettuce. It was starting to get warmer and warmer underneath me, but I didn't give up. I didn't want to crawl out of the piece of meat, otherwise I would continue to be grilled. I twisted around in the meat while the meat muscles around me became smaller and firmer. It was also getting hot as hell underneath me. I didn't know how long I would survive this, but then he switched off his cooker and it stayed warm.
He placed my piece of meat with meat in front of her as she reached for the cutlery. She ate piece after piece of her meal while talking to her husband, partner, boyfriend or whatever he might be. Suddenly she cut through the piece of meat I was in. I prepared to flee. But nothing came of it, after talking to the man about the pain in her back, she put me in her mouth and carefully chewed around. Again, I tried to get stuck between her tongue.
'And how is it?' her husband wanted to know.
'It's really good,' she said, before continuing to chew.
Several times I looked at her white teeth from the inside as she swallowed me down her oesophagus. I felt the rings that were on the sides of the oesophagus, they pressed the way closed just behind me as I reached the woman's gullet. In the liquid I tried to swim to the stomach wall like a cow, but the wall was too thick. After all, it is surrounded by several layers. In addition, I couldn't climb up because the acid was leaking out of the stomach wall. Unlike the cow, the acidic stomach wall caused me more pain than the cow.
As hard as I thought about it, I had no choice but to swim from my stomach into my intestines. I knew that I had no alternative options in my stomach. In the fermenting stomach that smelled of meat, I dived into the acid and searched my way along the bottom of the stomach muscle. A sphincter muscle held me there. I tried to drill through it, but nothing. I slowly climbed up, searching with my tongue for the exit, which I found. It was smaller than me, but I had to squeeze through. I suddenly felt a stronger thrill as I made it almost all the way through the sphincter. It felt like an earthquake. It calmed down immediately afterwards before I made it into the small intestine.