A mightier alien species comes to Earth, and easily subjugates us.
They separate our families, who never see each other again.
They imprison the young women, and kill the old ones who are useless for reproduction.
They cook those and simmer them in dishes where their tough meat is tenderized and disguised by the other ingredients.
The young women are raped by machines which impregnate them, so that they will have offspring and produce milk. Since the babies drinking the mothers milk would deny the aliens the beverage, the babies are taken, crying, from the screaming mothers and fed gruel instead, which will keep them alive long enough to also serve the aliens’ purpose.
The useless baby males are butchered for their tender flesh. The female babies, orphaned by the invaders, are preserved to be the breeders of the future. But they will also be hung by their feet, stabbed, drained of their blood and butchered when they stop producing milk.
Billions of others are packed into vehicles, forced down a chute and slaughtered straightaway for their flesh, which is glorified in alien communications heralding amusing new ways to burn and serve the muscle and other tissue. Some of the presenters become wealthy and famous for inventing new ways to combine the body parts and disguise them with spices and sauces.
Some men are kept alive to produce sperm for artificial insemination. Others are allowed to live for the work they can provide. They pull wagons, race for gambling purposes, are chased and roped in public displays and are also brutally killed when no longer able to perform these functions.
Before they are killed, the human captives are kept in sheds, cages and crates, their prison environments manipulated to produce the most output for their captives.
The aliens make jokes about their favorite human body parts, finding more novel ways to include them in their concoctions.
In this way, billions of humans of all ages suffer and violently die each year.
The few aliens who express revulsion at these activities are marginalized and ridiculed. Some aliens who feel some twinges of conscience nevertheless turn away and deny what is happening, in order to still experience their favorite tastes and textures.
We, the victims, look upon the aliens as monsters. In our hate and fear, we want only to kill them—all of them— and escape.
But they are stronger than us. And no god comes to rescue us.
As no god rescued our victims from us, when we were the monsters.