Bonner Kathlin1992 invites you to a twisted baking session. The scones, innocent and inviting, are transformed into unwilling participants in a game of endurance. The clamps, cold and unfeeling, bite into the soft dough, causing it to ripple and stretch. The scones, once plump and inviting, now bear the marks of their ordeal, their surfaces marred by the cruel impressions of the clamps. The room is filled with the symphony of their quiet, desperate cries, a testament to their struggle against their fate.