Hung

After the inspection moved to the warehouse, without preamble, he picked up a meat hook and ran her through. From the floor, her defense was feeble.  The hook was an anchor, and bloody floors have no traction. 

 With the air of repetitive manual labor, the hook was spun into the right position and attached to a chain.  Her legs were bound, and like all the other cuts of meat, her body was hung upside-down.  

"You'll understand soon.  This is what you are," affectionate pat on her flank and he was gone.

The time for screaming had passed, voice hoarse and breath shallow and wet. Tears and blood flowed in rivulets across her face; some coagulating in her hair, the rest dripping onto the tarp below. Despite the pain, she strained her fingers towards the perfect, mesmerizing red puddles. 

 Best to keep moving. She wanted to bleed out before he returned.