TW GORE mention of sexual assault Abuse Murder Human eat human.
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9/16/1982 "my name is Polly Smith, I am a professional Baker on Luis street park, my husband, runs a small bakery with me yet, we didn't know how many problems that would cause us..., My name, is Polly Smith. I am the mistress of Garreth Smith, owner of courtesy food court. Garreth and I had an arranged marriage at only the age of 11,our parents, wanted us to continue the family heir and while garreth was madly in love with me, I, was not. He forced me to do.. Things.. With him. He hurt me in so many ways, but always said" This is for you're OWN good, you deserve this. You're nothing but a greedy Bitch". yet, he, is the one to kill his "affair".. That's right, he were dating more women, than just me. Well, when he came home with another dead man from his other mistresses husband, I was furious." That's the second one this week! We will be caught red handed if we kee-"*smack* "now you listen to me you little shit, you either take care of this body, or I burn you, and the fucking bakery to the ground. " I had no choice. This bakery, this.. Home. It was everything to me. Though, I had no idea what to do as my own husband left me there, standing in front of an old man covered in blood, his neck, cut wide open. Soon, I could hear the running water in the background. I had no idea what to do, that is, until an idea struck me. I could BAKE him. I quickly grabbed the dead man's hands and drug him into the kitchen, where I had sat him on the floor,"my name is Polly Smith, I am a professional Baker on Luis street park, my husband, runs a small bakery with me yet, we didn't know how many problems that would cause us..., My name, is Polly Smith. I am the mistress of Garreth Smith, owner of courtesy food court. Garreth and I had an arranged marriage at only the age of 11,our parents, wanted us to continue the family heir and while garreth was madly in love with me, I, was not. He forced me to do.. Things.. With him. He hurt me in so many ways, but always said" This is for you're OWN good, you deserve this. You're nothing but a greedy Bitch". yet, he, is the one to kill his "affair".. That's right, he were dating more women, than just me. Well, when he came home with another dead man from his other mistresses husband, I was furious." That's the second one this week! We will be caught red handed if we kee-"*smack* "now you leason to me you little shit, you either take care of this body, or I burn you, and the fucking bakery to the ground. " I had no choice. This bakery, this.. Home. It was everything to me. Though, I had no idea what to do as my own husband left me there, standing in front of an old man covered in blood, his neck, cut wide open. Soon, I could hear the running water in the background. I had no idea what to do, that is, until an idea struck me. I could BAKE him. I quickly grabbed the dead man's hands and drug him into the kitchen, where I had sat him on the floor, cutting his stomach opens to get to the red paint and guts that were inside the worthless body. If I couldn't get rid of him by burning him. I will have to make him, inside out. I began do the regular, mixing the cupcake mixed pouring them into cups, and then, the time finally came. I stuffed as much as I could into those tiny cupcakes. Baking him in each cup. Soon, there were nothing but blood and bones on the kitchen floor, cleaning up, I heard a doorbell ring as a customer walked inside. I stood up "hello ma'am how may I help you? " I asked the woman in a light pink dress and golden blond locks. Her deep golden eyes looking around the shop. "I'll have one of the freshly baked muffins please" she asked, Scottish? I had no idea that there were Scottish mistresses in France. I nodded and grabbed a freshly, red and gooey cupcake with white frosting on top, giving her the muffin she bit into it, bloody red goo dropped down from the bite as a string of meat hung down from it. I smiled, my eyes widen, I felt amazed, happy, insane. She quickly gobbled it up and ordered about 5. Giving her the box, she complemented my work and left! I began to chuckle, maybe.. Just, maybe.. This could work out..
9/18/1982 Today is like no other day at the bakery. ?my husband kills a man, I bake it. It's been this way for the past 3 days, counting today. My addiction to baking men into cupcakes has become much stronger now, I don't know how to control it. It's like , it's apart of me. The urge to kill my own husband is stronger than ever before, not like there were urges to began with. my head is spinning, today, his brought in a total of 2 dead body's, the bakery is beginning to smell like death. Like blood, it's taken form Into my body. I. Love. It. I feel like I'm being used by an urge and I can't control it, I need to kill something, anything. My bakery itself has blood on the floor and bottom of the walls, I keep scrubbing hoping it would come off, but to no advance, it hasn't. Though I must say, holding a knife feels much different now.
I'm having so much fun giving her trauma only for her to turn into a insane Baker.
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