Margot's perspective
"Let me out!" I scream, banging on the iron bars of the cell until my wrist burns. The blind witch laughs, and turns away, hobbling towards the oven at the far side of her candy house. She hunches over and tosses four dark logs into the giant black grate. That oven is large enough to fit a person inside. I stop. My eyes widen with fear. I scream, deep in my throat. My hands shake violently. I am going to die.
I sink to my knees inside the small cage. Not that my my life is really worth anything any more, but I suddenly really, really want to live. It is instinct, the desire shudders through my bones and resounds in my teeth. I set my jaw.
Gazing around the candy house, I see all of the cupcakes, cookies, sweets and pastries that I saw when I entered, but none of it entertains me now. I am looking for a way out. My eyes scan the house, checking for any small piece of evidence that I might get out of here. Finding none, My brain shifts to the metal lock on the outside of the cage that I'm in. I reach out between the bars, making sure the witch is still occupied over by the oven. I have to keep a careful eye on her.
I groan in frustration. My shaking hands can't even begin to get the stupid lock unlocked, even though my father taught me how, years ago. The witch hobbles over to the cage, unlocks the door, and grabs me hard by the wrist. I yelp as she drags me roughly into her little kitchen.
This is where I die.