The Price For Unlimited Treats

Sapid skipped down the peppermint lined streets of Cakeland, picking peanut butter chocolate flowers out of the ground and enjoying his existence. This town owned by the Cakervilles was almost perfect, as long as one thing didn't happen.

"Number 56198....if your number is 56198, you have been chosen as the ultimate gift." An intercom buzzed throughout the town. "Please report to the reception hall."

Sapid checked the number tattooed on the back of his hand and his heart sank. After being sentenced to living in Cakeland for his murderous past twenty years ago, his evil deeds were finally catching up to him. He had chosen to stay in the Cakervilles' closed off town instead of serving a standard life sentence, where he was happy to eat the never ending supply of deserts the town was made up of, thinking the off chance that he would get selected was worth the risk for unlimited sweets. Realizing how wrong he was, his heart beat rapidly as he approached the reception hall, knowing that even if he tried to escape his fate, the tattoo on his hand was rigged to slowly melt his body into frosting.

He walked into the reception hall and laid down on the giant tray like he was commanded. Mr. & Mrs. Cakerville, along with their teenage son Calan approached the tray, drooling over Sapid as he looked at them helplessly. Each Cakerville was made completely out of cake, and since they didn't eat their own kind, one of the billions of convicted humans living in Cakeland was chosen for each of their special occasions. He braced himself as Mr. Cakerville began impaling his chest with multiple wax javelin candles. His screams of agony did not bother the cake family - they actually laughed gleefully at his torment. Each candle was then lit aflame, making him he feel like he was being burned alive. After a hearty chorus of "Happy Birthday," Calan blew out the candles, which Mr. Cakerville promptly tore out of Sapid's flesh. Barely over the pain of having hot wax javelins ripped out of his body, he braced for the part that would be the worst of all.

"Time to cut the cake now. Would you like a foot piece this year as well Calan?"