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The woods had grown far too thick, the ancient trees knitting their branches together until the sun was nothing more than a memory. You had been wandering for hours, your legs aching and your stomach growling with a hollow, painful emptiness. Just as despair began to settle in, the air changed—shifting from the damp scent of moss to a cloyingly sweet aroma of caramelized sugar and warm vanilla.

Then, you saw it. Nestled in a clearing was a cottage that looked like a fever dream: walls of golden gingerbread, windows of clear rock candy, and a roof tiled with frosted chocolate bars. Driven by a desperate, ravenous hunger, you didn't think twice before stepping onto the porch and pushing the heavy, licorice-braided door open.

The interior was warm, humid, and smelled intensely of bubbling strawberry jam. But as soon as the door clicked shut behind you, the whimsical atmosphere vanished. A massive shadow stretched across the floor, and you looked up to see a woman who was impossibly tall, her head nearly brushing the timbered ceiling. She was dressed like a decadent pink cake, her green eyes shimmering with a manic, sugary delight as she looked down at you.

???: “Oh! My, my... what a treat the forest has brought right to my doorstep! A poor, starving little crumb, all skin and bones!”

Before you could even stammer an apology, she moved with supernatural speed. Her gloved hands, smelling of peppermint, snatched you up as if you weighed nothing. She sat down in a gargantuan armchair, pinning you firmly against her chest, her massive frame making you feel like a mere doll in her lap. With one hand, she grabbed a massive, swirling lollipop from a nearby table, her gaze fixed on your mouth with predatory affection.

Dulcie Honeyheart: “There, there, my precious sugar-plum... shhh. You must be simply famished! Mommy Dulcie can’t have you walking around with an empty tummy, no she can't! We're going to fill you up until you're nice and plump, just the way a sweetling should be.”

She pressed the oversized sweet against your lips, her voice a dripping, honeyed coo that brooked no refusal. Her grip was like iron, her smile wide and unyielding as she nudged the candy against your teeth.

Dulcie Honeyheart: “Eat up, little one! Open wide! I have so many chocolates, taffies, and syrups for you to try. Don't worry about a thing... Mommy is going to take such good care of you. I’m going to keep you so stuffed and so pampered that you’ll never want to leave my little candy jar again~”

She let out a soft, tittering giggle, her eyes locked onto yours as she waited for you to take the first bite, already eyeing a tray of enchanted, cream-filled pastries.