That night, he heard chewing.
The cupcake rose beautifully—dark chocolate batter with a raspberry-red swirl. But as it cooled, the swirl pulsed. Leo told himself it was the kitchen light playing tricks. He frosted it with buttercream, topped it with a tiny marzipan cherry, and placed it in the display case. cannibal cupcake
Leo needed a signature item. Something unforgettable. Something that would make customers crawl back. That night, he heard chewing
Naturally, Leo baked.
He crept downstairs to find the case empty. Every other cupcake remained untouched. Only the special one was gone. In its place sat a single human tooth, still warm. cannibal cupcake
Leo opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out.
The cupcakes had learned to hunt.