Bound in a cookie factory.

You're not sure how long you were out, but you begin to come to, aware of a large headache and the smell of baking cookies. Then your eyes snap awake as you remember being flattened by a tonage of tiger. You find yourself looking at Leo, though you wonder how long you had been out, because he's no longer quite as svelte as he had been in his hot tub. A large pot belly is concealed behind his usual business suit, which is covered in the crumbs of the cookies he is even now stuffing into his face. The white tiger 'Bob' stands behind him, though he dwarfs him by far in his ill fitting uniform. As you try to rise, you find your arms and legs bound to a chair.

"Ah, your awake, good." says Leo, "I hope your comfortable." He snaps his fingers and Bob walks around behind you, tilting the chair back. You feel the chair glide on wheel attached to the back. "What are you planning?" you ask, still trying to free yourself from your restraints. "You planning on getting ride of me?" You have a feeling it's not that simple, after all, he could have easily just let you be crushed when you were taken by surprise.

"Oh no, no, no." says Leo in a business like manner, "I can't have that, your far too valuable a resource, after all, your secret ingrediant is key to the future of this company. I have been running the business for a long time, built it up with nothing more then a few old family recipies, and I have found you need three things to pull off a successful business." He walks along the walkway of the factory, Bob wheeling you after him as he continues talking, "The first is a product the customers want. I admit even with my recipes, yours dwarfs any recipe I managed to create." You hear a slightly irritated tone in his voice. "The second is the funds to keep that product in production, which your cookies ensure in spades. Enough even that you have overtaken my companies name." Once again he takes on that irritated tone. "But, aside from that, I am more then happy to allow bygones to be bygones, as long as we keep rolling in dough." You get to another door at the far end of the factory, "But if your going to insist on this.. momentary lapse in loyalty endanger that, then I suppose we can just let you go... if you give us the recipe for your secret ingrediant."

You shudder in your seat. If you give that up, there would be nothing stopping Leo from a global cookie conquest. "No," you say firmly, determined not to crack under pressure. All you need to do is keep refusing. The stock of the special sauce will eventually run dry without that magic bottle to replenish it, you just need to last out till then. "I thought you might refuse." he says, walking through the doorway as you are wheeled inside, with a momentary struggle as Bob tries to fit his bulk inside. "I never did get to the third rule of business did I?" he says ominously, "The third thing a successful business needs is..."

Written by Spots

Add your own new page to the story!

Back to the parent page

(This page has not yet been checked by the maintainers of this site.)