"There's no way I would let you turn me into dinner, Mom!" you exclaim. You get to your feet, wanting to put some distance between you and your hungry mother.
"But honey, it would mean the world to us. Won't you reconsider?" Her eyes plead with you, her grin becoming even wider.
You can't believe she is still asking you to become food. "No way, Mom. I'm getting out of here!"
At least, that's what you want to do. Suddenly, that queasy feeling in your stomach becomes so intense that you can barely stand. She must have put something in the chocolate, you think to yourself before you fall to the ground. You hear laughter around you as you lose consciousness.
After what seems like hours, you finally open your eyes. Your head is still a little groggy, but you remember that you were drugged by your mother, and you probably shouldn't stick around for what she has in mind. You try to move your arms and legs, but find that they are immobile. Confused, you take a look around and find yourself...
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