Sophie tried franticly to make enough noise to get the Bakers attention, however, the woman was too focused on her work and Sophie wasnt making much noise anyway, her mouth squashed so flat. you were unable to get noticed. you sighed, having to wait it out. suddenly you were scraped across the floor painfully as the Baker began moving, you could hear the creaking of wheels as she wheeled the cart out to the reception room. as she lifted her foot, you struggled like crazy trying to escape. luck was against you unfortunatly. the thick frosting pasting you tightly to her foot and negating your attempts.
with each footfall, waves of pain shot through your tiny paper thin body. she came to a stop, her weight pressing down on you once more. you heard a muffled humming as she did the last details of the cake. you could feel vibrations through the ground as other caterers went about preparing the dining area. you had to get out of here. she finally lifted up her shoe giving it a look "hmm cant keep treading this crap around the place" you would feel offended at being a bride and being called crap, but right now you probably didnt look your best. you felt her fingernails picking at you, ripping you off from her shoe. you glimpsed the room for a split second before she casually rolled you into a ball tightly, frosting being smooshed into your face.
you feel her fingers behind you and then...flick...you were flying through the air, you landed with a thud against something plasticy, you rolled down it into a soft pile of various things, some felt gooey and wet others dry. you were in a bin!! you had to get out. struggling to uncurl your smashed and battered body you slowly began to peel open, the layers of your dress peeling away from you, bits of dried frosting crumbling off as you stared up. the bin pretty full. as you struggled, you began slipping under the junk in the bin. this was not the direction you wanted to go. by the time you were fully formed you were near the bottom of the bag, you couldnt see anything. you heard someone nearby say "this bags pretty full, i should throw it in the dumpster" your veins went ice cold as you heard that, this deep any sound you made would most likely be muffled beyond hearing. you began to climb, not finished reforming, and unable to see what you were grabbing but you needed out!
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