Emma’s wooden spoon smacked into you, catching you completely off guard. You flew backwards, landing with a hard smack in a large bowl. The bowl contained a few bananas and apples, but not much else. It was a hughmongus bowl though, as it was almost a foot and a half tall and a foot and a half wide. You couldn’t even see out of the bowl.
Unfortunately, Emma hadn’t noticed what she did to you at all. In fact, she hadn’t noticed you enter the kitchen at all. This was a bad thing, because for all you knew she thought you were outside or in the living room. You needed to get her attention, and fast.
Before you could yell to her to help you out of the bowl, a massive pile of fruit was dumped right on top of you. You couldn’t even react as Emma poured countless apples, bananas, plums, and strawberries right on you. As luck would have it, Emma also didn’t look in the bowl as she poured the fruit in, so she was oblivious to your plight.
The fruit did not individually hurt you much, but as each fruit pounded you one after the other, your body began to flatten and compress. Eventually, the fruit was finished being poured into the bowl, but by that point you were flat like a pancake, buried and hidden underneath all of the fruit.
Finally, Emma checked on the bowl, but you were hidden from sight by that point. All she could see has a bowl full of fruit. Satisfied she had collected enough fruit, Emma picked up her hi-power whisk. She placed a cover over the bowl, allowing just enough space to insert her whisk. She didn’t want fruit to splatter all over the kitchen. She revved up the whisk, and began to chop and blend up the fruit.
The powerful whisk immediately teared into the fruit, chopping it up without a second thought. Fruit after fruit was grinded up effortlessly, by the metallic blades. Liquidy fruit juice began to fill up the bowl, and your flat form was bubbled up closer to the whisk. You wanted to get out of the way, but it was out of your control.
Finally, the whisk touched your body, and it was over almost immediately. Your body didn’t even stand a chance, and you were easily blended up into a gooey and almost liquidy substance. Unfortunately, the whisk did not stop there. It continued spinning, blending your body even more into a liquid and further from a solid. It was whisked around the fruit juice in the bowl. When Emma finally turned off the whisk, the bowl was filled with fruit juice, and was a solid red color. Your liquidy form had been one hundred percent blended into the juice, and it was impossible to spot you.
Emma removed the whisk, and took the cover off of the bowl. She then poured the contents of the bowl into a large mug, pouring every last inch of the juice, including you, into her mug. With the bowl empty, Emma eyed her mug off fruit juice with a grin. She licked her lips.
“Mm…” She sighed pleasantly. “This smells and looks so gooooood.” She giggled like a little girl. “I’m going to enjoy this!” She raised the mug, preparing to drink her concoction. Little did she know that she would also be drinking her good friend’s daughter along with it. You wanted to alert her to your presence, but it was impossible. At the current moment, you didn’t even have a body, just a conscious. It would take a good long while for your body to reform.
Right before Emma could take her first sip of the fruit juice, Ana walked into the kitchen.
“Hey mom!” Ana spoke up.
“What is it sweetie?” Emma replied, lowering her mug. You mentally thanked Ana for saving you, even temporarily. However, what does Ana say to her mom?
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