I start out properly hogtied- wrists and ankles cuffed together, blindfolded, gagged... Helpless.
I struggle against my restraints and eventually free myself. There's no one around. This is my chance to escape. But wait... what's this slice of pie doing here? It's obviously for me, but it's probably a trap. I should go.
Except I don't. I can't. Instead, my piggy instincts kick in and I take a bite of the pie. Sweet, cream, sour key lime, crumbly crust. This is so delicious.
And, with that, all thoughts of escape are gone. I greedily gobble down every last bite, scraping the plat...

I start out properly hogtied- wrists and ankles cuffed together, blindfolded, gagged... Helpless.
I struggle against my restraints and eventually free myself. There's no one around. This is my chance to escape. But wait... what's this slice of pie doing here? It's obviously for me, but it's probably a trap. I should go.
Except I don't. I can't. Instead, my piggy instincts kick in and I take a bite of the pie. Sweet, cream, sour key lime, crumbly crust. This is so delicious.
And, with that, all thoughts of escape are gone. I greedily gobble down every last bite, scraping the plate clean before I escape. And, by escape, of course I mean I settled in for a well-deserved cat nap.