Bred in Captivity

My world revolved around those small long bags of the Red. I would get them. If I was calm. If I didn’t use my thoughts. If I let them do things to me. If I didn’t fight my restraints. If I stayed in my place and didn’t try and escape.

i was hungry. i was always hungry. and the only way to satisfy me was with those bags. or so i had been bred to believe.