MacAulliffe Farm, hog shed.
Six men dangled from chain falls by their feet, and Margaret was off the property for this.
"Hi. It's me agin." Debra said, her bodyguards stood menacingly in the door, but the local men were scattered around. "Y'all ever seed how t'process a hog? Ah been helpin' mah daddy since ah was six, an ah'm fair hand if'n Ah do say so myself." her eyes glittered. "Now see, ah ain' int'rested in y'alls, ah want th' ones what put you up to it, see'in as ah think they's the same folks, what ordered my family killed...and there's one thing ever'body knows up here , y'cain't replace family."
she walked over to one of the vats, and stoked the fire under it. "this'll be right real eddicational, ain't never processed a person a'fore, so..."
she turned and gave them a bright smile while donning heavy gloves and a pair of protective goggles, "Who wants t'go first? eenie...meenie...mahnie...hm, ayah, y'all will do. this here boilin' pot? it's a lye solution, and you're one hairy man, but hey, we kin fix thet...right up...right down t'th' skin. Let me show you on a hog first, so's you know what to expec'."
right in front of them, she dispatched a hog, hung it up like they were hung, and dangled it over the boiling solution. "Of course, ain' gonna be killin' y'alls first..." she lowered the carcass into the solution, "So's y'all kin really larn somethin' from et."
as it turns out, it was both good, and bad that they were inverted watching her process porkchop, something about seeing a grinning twelve year old killing, de-bristling and skinning a hog with hand tools got to one or two of the men, and they had to have help in not drowning in their own vomit.
"Now, you think'n, whah she's a sweet little girl! she ain' gon' do thet to MEE, rahta? ayeah? Ah assure you, if'n someone doesn't start singin' mah tune, ah'm a-goin-to, sure as the lord made the world, an' ah ain' even gon' feel too bad, but hey, circle a' life, raht? processed men feed the hogs, the hogs feed people. Symmetry...an maybe ah gits bored, maht not process the man first, a'fore ah feed him to the hogs, hogs is wonderful critters, mean as hell, but smart."
she whisked a skinning knife on the leather, "Smarter'n dogs, some of 'm. good eatin'."
and that did it. one broke and started talking.