This choice: Your taken by Mary and family to the party • Go Back...Chapter #4A Delicious Cake by: Unknown The hours passed by in the fridge, and there wasn’t a thing you could do to change the horrible situation that Gary had put you in. You had no way to reform, move, talk, or do anything. Your body had been churned, melted, and spread throughout the entire cake. A small corner piece housed your conscience, but the rest of your body was as much a part of the cake as sugar or cheese.
You mentally cried at this twist of fate, but most of your emotion was turned more towards anger. You hated Gary so much. Why did he feel the need to make your life miserable? Why did he feel the need to do these terrible things to you? If you somehow got out of this, you swore to yourself that you would make Gary pay for the all of the torturous things he had done to you.
Finally, the fridge was opened, and the pan was lifted out. Everything was pitch black, as your eyes had been swirled and distorted from the blender, but you were still able to hear. You could hear the sound of Mary, Tina, and Gary, and then the familiar sound of a car engine. No doubt they were heading off to the party, and bringing their delicious cake with them.
After arriving at the house, Mary carried the pan inside, oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend was trapped just inches from her face. She handed the cake off to Janice, the host of the party and the new house owner. Janice carried the cake into the kitchen, tucking it into the fridge for the time being. Tina chatted with Janice, Gary played games on his phone, and Mary conversed with Janice’s daughter, Isabella. (Almost) Everyone was having a fun time.
An hour after that, the party was in full swing. Many different, delicious meals were available, and all of the guests were eating and laughing. Loud music played throughout the house. Inside the dark, cold freezer, you were unable to experience any of this. You had spent every single second trying to reform, despite knowing that it was hopeless.
Janice eventually announced to everyone that, thanks to Tina, there was a delicious cake ready to be served. She returned to the kitchen, brought out the cake, and plopped it down onto the table. Immediately, every party guest rushed over to the table, and began cutting chunks out of the cake and placing them onto their plates.
You mentally screamed and cried in pain as sections of your body were sliced apart, chomped to bits, and sent tumbling down into the stomachs of everyone at the party. Janice, Isabella, Mary, Tina, and the myriad group of other party goers all had a slice, and marveled at the delicious flavoring. Mary licked her lips happily, and Janice gushed to Tina about how it was the most delicious cake that she had ever eaten.
Meanwhile, the corner piece containing your conscience had remained untouched. You were still suffering though, as you could feel bits of your body dissolving in the stomach acid of women’s stomachs, or caught in their teeth. A chunk of you had fallen onto the floor, and was currently being stomped on by several unaware guests. A few bits of your body had dripped out of Tina’s mouth and were jammed into her cleavage. You were feeling all of these experiences at once, and it was true hell.
The party began to wind down, and Janice found herself wandering over to the food table. She glanced in and saw that there was only one slice of cake left. Patting her full stomach, she wondered if she could even pack away one more piece. She lifted the piece out of the pan, and held it in front of her face. It did smell delicious, but she was really full.
You were panicking, and sending all of the possible telepathic waves you could towards Janice, telling her not to eat you. Of course, this was dumb, and you knew it was dumb, but it was all you could do. This blissfully unaware woman held your conscience, your very existence in her hands, along with your fate.
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