The teenager’s laugh was chilling. I was so frightened I couldn’t move. “You’re not so fast now, are you?” she taunted. This was such a humiliating yet brilliant punishment, no one had ever tried this method before.
She had surgically removed my buddy’s leg before going in to oven. It was one way to ensure there would be no escape as she took us out after baking. This girl really knew how to send a message.
The whole batch was blind, naked, and afraid, just waiting for the oven to reach temperature so we could be baked and decorated. Beep, beep, beep, the oven sounded.
Relief chases away the terror I had felt just moments before, and I have become a little oily. I am sticking to the pan despite the dusting of flour on my backside.
I then feel the baking sheet being lifted off the counter, and I think it is safe to raise my head to get it unstuck……..
The writing Refuge 
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