Our Bread Queen

Where am I?

You wake up on a cold, dirty stone floor. You head is pounding and your vision is a bit fuzzy. You look up and see a bright light. You look around the room and notice there's no door, but there is a table and a little red chair. You slowly get up and walk toward the table. There's a little basket filled with round pieces of what looks like dough. Theres a cord hanging from the wall and when you pull it, water pours out from a faucet into a mixer.
There's also an oven and a conveyor belt leading into the wall and out of your room. You try to see where the conveyor belt leads, but it's pitch black.
You look around and come to the only solution you can think of.
You must bake this bread. You don't know why yet, but you do it anyway.
You sit down and get to work. Putting dough in the mixer. Adding the water. Putting the bread in the oven. Putting the bread onto the conveyor belt and watching it descend into darkness. Then do it all over again.