LAST MAN STANDING

You was the last one left, battered and bruised, each hit weighing heavier than the last. After being knocked onto their back, they instinctively clutched the back of their head, wincing through the pain, and slowly lifted their gaze toward Cookieware.

Cookieware: "You know… for putting up such an impressive fight, I think a reward is in order."

She shifted onto her stomach, propping herself up slightly to look back at You. Even after the beating they had endured, her calm, playful demeanor hinted that she still intended to have her sweet icing on her caked up ass.

cookieware: "just don't go telling anyone you got a special present from me okay, now be start claiming your reward, remember I still got cookies to make Deary"