Chapter 3
Two Weeks Later…
I blinked the sleepiness from my eyes. I was alone in the once crowded cell. And, amazingly, I was still alive.
I had learned not to hold onto people. They were always gone the next meal. Even Peter, the nice man who cared for me that first awful day, was gone.
I yawned my mouth stretching. I was used to them now. Used to their ways and… quirky appetite.
I glanced up, and saw Jasper looking down on me. "Stay here," he ordered, "we're going to get more food." With that, he disappeared.
I yawned again. Sure, like I could go anywhere.
Suddenly, I heard a noise. A slight snuffling.
I lowered my hands and peered around. Nothing.
I leaned against the cold bars. My stomach rumbled horribly. All I have had to eat was stale leftover cow's blood. No I am not one of them.
Suddenly, two frigid hands grasped around my mouth. I tried to scream, but it was impossible.
