'Exit here.', chirped my GPS. I pulled right and merged onto what seemed to be a long forgotten exit in the middle of nowhere, Jersey. I was trying to get home from a trip up north and decided to take some scenic short cuts to avoid big city traffic. The sign a mile or so back was really faded, but I think I made out a name, Valkenvania. I never heard of this place so I figured why not take a look around? The road here hadn't been repaved in years, maybe decades, the grass was overgrown on the sides of the exit ramp. I slowly crept along a cracked and crumbling road until I came upon a few structures. The first building was a dilapidated house with a rusted out pickup in the driveway. The curtains in the front window appeared to be cracked, as if someone was watching me drive past. They flapped shut quickly when I slowed down to try to see who was watching. The next building was a gas station that appeared to be last updated sometime in the 1960s. A couple sat in rickety rocking chairs on the front porch of the building watching me creep along, I made eye contact with the man and he smiled a jackolantern-esque smile at me through his leathery, unshaven face. It was hard to tell if he and his possible wife were 60 or 160. I cringed at and kept moving forward. The asphalt around me seemed to be steaming up a little, the air was heavy, moist and warm. The atmosphere was unbearable and I reached for my AC nob. In this action, I knocked my cell phone off of it's holder down in the floor by my legs. I cursed under my breath and reached down taking my eyes off the road for a brief second, just long enough to miss the stop sign. I quickly pop up in my sign and swear again as I notice the back of the sign rolling away from me in my rearview mirror. Thankfully I see no other vehicles around for miles and breath a sigh of relief. The relief lasts a few seconds until the interior of my car is awash in red and blue lights dancing around. I swear under my breath once more. An older style police cruiser appeared out of nowhere behind me and followed me into an abandoned parking lot. A heavy set male police officer walked up to my car as I rolled down the window, I thought I'd go for the flirty defense in hopes he would go easy on me. I tried to fluff up and push out my chest and hiked my skirt above my red thigh-high stockings to show some thigh and garter straps. He shined a flashlight on my face and I tried to give him my best doe eyed look. "Ma'am, you realize you ran a stop sign back there?" He said, taking in my appearance and the interior of my car.
 
 "Oh no sir, Officer, I'm very sorry, I was just admiring your beautiful town and I guess I just got distracted.", I fluttered my eyelashes and smiled. The smile slowly deflated as his expression remained unimpressed and he requested my license and registration. 'Crap.' I thought to myself as I fished for my paperwork. As if my face couldn't sink anymore, I realized that my drivers license was not in my bag, I must have dropped it at that bar. 'CRAP!' I though again. I had a feeling it wouldn't work, but I tried turning my charm up to eleven and looked back at him. "Oh my, I'm so sorry Officer, but it seems I lost my license during my vacation trip, someone might have stolen it!"
 
 "I'm sorry ma'am, but I'll have to take you to the Justice of the Peace and he will have to decide weather or not to let you out of this ticket. If you would just follow me, please."
 
 I sank down into my seat and pouted, "Yes sir."
 
 The sun was beginning to set as we drove together along the forgotten highway and down some winding dirt roads until we were met with a wall of sheet metal and a large metal archway. As we pulled in I was floored by the sights around me, there were piles of cars and scrap metal everywhere. The layout of the driveway and piles gave the faintest hint that one day, long ago, this was a beautiful homestead with gardens and walking paths, now it's little more than a record setting junkyard. Through the mountains of scrap I saw a building peak through. A once stately mansion, now weathered and old stands in the middle of the grounds. We pull up in front of the door. A female cop with a shotgun meets us as I stop my car and step out. There was quite a chill in the air, the officer was kind enough to offer me a jacket seeing as all I'm wearing is a slightly cropped black tank top showing my pierced navel, a silver pendant necklace, a few fashionable bracelets and rings, black and red stripped pleated skirt, red stockings and garters, a silver anklet and black high heels with red soles. I crossed my arms with a shiver and smile, politely declining. My shoes clacked on the old wooden boards of the steps as I made my way to the massive front door. A breeze whirled around us and it was hard to hide the affects, my nipples seemed like they were going to try to cut right through the thin material of my shirt. The door creaked open and I was lead into the house. The interior of the building was just as piled high as the exterior. Books, newspapers, folders of ancient information stacked to the heavens. I was in awe of huge dusty rooms around me. I wondered if I could offer myself up as a maid to get out of the ticket, this place could be beautiful with a little TLC. I realized we stopped moving when an ancient man popped up from behind a massive desk. He had a look that said, I remember the civil war....maybe even the crusades. "The honorable Judge Alvin Valkenheiser." Announced the officer who pulled me over.
 
 "Yes, yes, what have we here, what are the charges against this young lady?" Said the Judge.
 
 "Failure to stop at a stop sign and driving without a license your honor. The license may have been stolen according to the defendant." He responded.
 
 "Stolen, eh? Awfully convenient. How old are you, miss?" The Judge asked.
 
 "26, your honor." I sheepishly respond.
 
 "And what do you do?"
 
 "I work as a teller, sir, at a small bank in the south. I'm, I'm really sorry about the stop sign, your honor, it was an honest mistake."
 
 I could tell he wasn't listening as when the word bank exited my lips his expression froze into a deathgalre. His eyes ran me up and down a few times as he contemplated what I said. "Banker, eh?" Then he slapped the desk and smiled excitedly. "Well it's a bit late and I'll have to go over the details of your case, sentencing will be carried out in the morning, until then have a great sleep!"
 
 "Wait, wha..." Was all I could manage before the Judge pulled a lever next to him and the floor beneath my feet gave way. Thankfully the drop was only about 10 feet and a bunch of squeaky stuffed animals were there to break my fall. I struggled and flailed about in the pile of fluff, face down and hoping I was alone in this room or else everyone would be getting a nice view of my ass in a red g-string. I stumbled out of the pile and to my feet and took in my surroundings. I was in a poorly lit basement room with small windows around the top of the room. I yelled out for help and got no answer, I squatted down and hugged my knees. Looking up and around the room again I noticed a door at the top of a small flight of stairs, I hurried to it and noticed that there was no handle on my side and pushing against it realized the heavy door was locked. Defeated I slinked back down the stairs and wandered over to one of the windows. Climbing up on a stack of boxes to see better, I looked out into the junk piles that were well lit by some fires that burned around the property, and thought about how I was gonna get myself out of this one. A small bit of cool air tickled my nose and I noticed that there was a crack in the bottom of the window, then I saw the latch holding it shut was on the inside. There would be no way a full grown man could ever squeeze their way out of here, but my small frame might just fit. I opened the window as wide as I could and started to slip my way through. It took a little wiggling to get my ass squeezed through but once I did I was able to get quickly to my feet and try to make my way to my car. I took in my surroundings and realized I was in the back yard, I needed to make my way around the side of the house to the front without alerting the lady with the shotgun. I sucked in to the side of the house and began making my way to the right side when I noticed a hint of red between 2 piles of junk. I move closer to the piles and recognize my red Camry....what was left of it. The wheels, doors, and hood were all missing and the engine was on a chain hanging above the now empty nose of the car. "What the....", I reflexively let out, a bit louder than I wanted to.
 
 There was a stirring around the far side of the vehicle and a large odd shaped figure emerged. I covered my mouth at the sight of him, he was almost 7 feet tall and with all of the fat hanging off of his torso must have been well over 300lbs....but his face looked like an oversized baby. I bit my tongue in an effort not to scream, then let it out anyway when a gloved hand grabbed my shoulder. A second oversized man-baby grabbed me from behind. "Hello!", he said enthusiastically, "My names Bobo, that's Little Debbull!" "Hi!", Waved Little Debbull.
 
 I stopped screaming and just looked at the two of them, now side by side in front of me, in complete disbelief. They were huge and mostly naked, just wearing boots, work gloves, and oversized diapers. Their bloated faces were covered in dirt, grease, and who knows what else, as was the rest of their disgusting bodies. "....hi? I'm, uh, I'm Britt.", I managed to stammer out in a confused but terrified voice.
 
 "You're really pretty, we don't normally get to see normal people out here on the yard, and Grandpa won't let us in the house.", Said Bobo.
 
 "We've never seen a lady like you before, we only see Grandpa and Mama.", Added Lil Debbull.
 
 The pair of them walked toward me, I was frozen in fear and not wanting to draw any more attention to myself so I just stood there. They took off their gloves and with oddly moist fingers began touching me on my arms, stomach, up my shirt and down my legs. I cringed with disgust. They probed prodded and rubbed all over me with a sense of wonder rather than malice. "Wow, you're really soft.", chuckled Bobo.
 
 I relaxed when I realized this wasn't an assault, even though I did try not to think about WHY their fingers were so wet and slimy feeling. One hand went up my shirt, probably to figure out what those two lumps were that had the two smaller ones poking out the middle of them, and at the same time another made it's way under the back of my skirt. I blushed and let out a little yelp as moist flesh brushed my nipple. I had closed my eyes as to not have to look at my disgusting, yet curious new friends, and I lost myself in the feeling of being handled so much that I didn't hear the footsteps behind me. A sharp pain tore me from my thoughts....and my feet. A large and powerful hand had a grasp of my long brown hair and started dragging me across the gravel toward the back door on the house. I screamed out to let me go, Bobo and Lil Debbull pouted at someone they kept calling Ma, and then just waved at me and said bye friend. As I started being dragged up the steps I was able to make out the large woman who had me by the hair. She was the same size as the officer I saw before, looked a lot like him too. She sneered down at me and then wordlessly pulled me up into the house. She eventually had me on my feet in front of the judge's stand once again, flanked on either side by tired and cranky police officers, the same two as before. The Judge rose up from behind the desk once again with an annoyed scowl. "Well, I take it our amenities weren't good enough for a banker such as yourself?"
 
 "I'm really sor..."
 
 "Quiet! I'm not in the mood for excuses...", his frown twisted up into a smile, "...however I AM in the mood for some hot dogs, what do you say we cook some up Eldona?"
 
 I couldn't see it, but the massive woman behind me closed her eyes and shook her head. "Oh, we're all out huh?", Judge Alvin said. Then he looked down at me, "Sorry, darling, I was hoping we could have you for dinner before we let you go. Oh well, please approach the stand for sentencing."
 
 I stood there unsure of what to do before a push from behind me sent me stumbling forward to the edge of the Judges desk. I was barely tall enough to peek over it at him. "Unfortunately, young lady, there is only one punishment in my district for the crime you committed.", He pulled a lever on the desk next to him and a faint sound of engines starting in the distance was heard. "The crime of being a banker, is death." He said with a sad yet menacing smile.
 
 My eyes were wide with shock, did he just say what I think he said? Before I could make a sound another lever was pulled and the floor beneath me quickly began moving to the left. My heeled feet lost purchase and I landed hard on my side, sliding along the floor with a gasp as I went through a door and fell off the conveyer belt into a railcar. I screamed as the car darted down a track, around twists and turns looping around and through sections of the house before heading toward a large machine I hadn't seen until now. It was the size of a garage and had a face painted across the front of it, a mustached man that kind of looked like the cross between a mad magician and an old time carnival barker. The words Mr. Bonestripper were painted across the top in fancy letters, but my focus was on it's horrifyingly wide grin. Inside the mouth of the machine were a few rows of metal teeth made of piston heads, they ungulated from right to left in a chewing motion. Tears filled my eyes and I turned away from the terrible monster and tried to climb the back of the cart to safety, I was too late. The cart hit the end of the rails and stopped abruptly flipping up and forward causing me to spill out of it and roll onto a conveyer built feet first and face down. I quickly flip myself over and look down in horror at the mouth of my executioner. Red and purple lights glowed behind white smoke rolling past the gnashing teeth, behind them a pair of drums lined with stiff metal wires spun and slid up and down with only a few inches separating them. Tears streamed down my face and I begged under my breath for someone to save me, for a miracle. It was a short and fast trip as I was ushered along the belt into the gapping maw of my doom, but to me time slowed down and it felt like an eternity. Suddenly an intense pain shot through my body as my heels reached the first row of piston teeth. The sharp jagged metal tore down into my soft skin, crushing and taking bits of flesh out of my lower legs. I screamed in agony as the horrific machine worked its way slowly up my calves and knees, to my soft thighs. I was in agony, my feet passed the third row of teeth and entered the spinning bristles. They acted quickly pulverizing my shoes and tearing at the bloody stockinged flesh. Small bones and meat were separated and the bones were tossed back by the force of the spinning wires, they trickled along a shaft out of the back of the machine into a huge pile of remains. The faded painted eyes of the machine looked down into my soul as its silver smile viciously ravaged my ass and hips and began working onto my stomach. My vision grew bright white and then completely black as my brain finally went into shock. My legs up to my knees had been completely stripped down, my stomach was passing the back teeth and front teeth chewed down into my chest. I gurgled my last few breaths as blood coughed out of my mouth and ran down my nose. My wide eyed opened mouthed stare slipped behind the red stained gleaming metal. From the back of the machine larger bones shot out with quite a bit of force bouncing off a painted target, arm and leg bones, chewed up hip and some ribs. All completely stripped clean of flesh. Finally a white, jawless skull shot out and hit the bullseye, setting off a jackpot alarm that could be heard around the yard. Bobo and Debbull let out a whooping cheer at the sound of it. With my whole body consumed, the insatiable machine powered down and let out a chilling laugh that creepily warped do to the age of its recording. Eldona opened the side of the machine and pulled out a bucket that sits in the bottom of it, where what was left of me collected. Blood, flesh and muscle collected in a morbid vat that looked a bit like a cooking pot. She carried it back to the house were Judge Alvin sat at his dinner table. He smiled at her as she walked in the door holding the pot, "Oh good, I was hoping we wouldn't have to go a night without your famous hot dogs!"