[ Writing Prompt ] Write a story from the perspective of a cupcake who does n't want to be eaten

We made a pact in that oven, my brothers, sisters and I. 
 
 We would n't be eaten by our creator. No sir. That would n't be our fate. We were going to go down fighting damn it. The slave master had stirred us, mixed us together and given us life. She put us in this oven to harden us. She did n't realize just how hard we would get. 
 
 We would fight back. My brother willingly sacrificed himself by boiling out of his cooking cup. His juicy and moist innards poured all over the side of the pan. She would never see it coming and drop us all over the floor. We would have our final victory. If we touched the floor, she could n't eat us. It was against their creed. Victory would be ours! Long live cupcakes! 
 
 After we had finished incubating she reached in to pick us up. My fallen brother worked valiantly, making her cloth encased hands slippery. As she pulled us out her hand slipped and my siblings and I went crashing to the floor. 
 
 I popped out on impact and landed on the sweet freedom of the floor. My soft crumbly interior would live on! I would not be part of that foul creatures stomach. So what she had created me? I deserved to be free. I deserved to live. 
 
 It was then that I noticed my doom. A new creature came snuffing along the floor as the human woman cursed. It was large and slobbery, with fur covering it's body. It was hideous. It's jaws were huge and it's tongue was monstrous. 
 
 This new creature sniffed me experimentally and seemed to like what he smelled. We had n't planned for this creature. Good bye my family. Live well on the floor. 
 
 The creature huffed and consumed me in one bite. I only hoped my fluffy and buttery body was hot enough to burn it's tongue.
