Dolly sits trapped in the small cage, her soft sobs barely audible beneath the sounds of the monstrous feast. Tears stream down her face as she whispers to herself, trembling.

Dolly: "I don’t want to be next…"

In the kitchen, Chef 1 and Chef 2 discuss her fate.

Chef 1: "Stew, perhaps?"

Chef 2: "Roast her, crispy hair for garnish."

Dolly shivers, her powers too weak to escape. The clatter of knives sends waves of fear through her as she desperately whispers.

Dolly: "I need to get out… please…"