Chapter 9: The Rescue Mission

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"HELP! ANYONE! PLEASE!"
You shout, even though you know it's helpless.
"Shut your wining titty"
One of the security people say.

You don't even bother responding, you are to busy thinking many thoughts.
'I wanted to be his one and only...' 'Will I ever be able to bake with him again?' 'What a witch Mary is'

This is when you realise it can't be over... You need to win Pauls best buns.

Whilst you think this the guards are bending you over, mumbling words like "Ohhhh yasssssss" and "Mama baby yessss"

You decide its time.

"MIND OUT OF MA WAY YA BITCHES!!"
You scream, pushing the guards over.

You run, heading into the bake off tent once more.

"For Paul!!!!!!" You scream like a spartan.

And in you head, to the blackness of the back room.

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