i stare at you from my crouched position in the corner as the guards and nurses lead you back into the enclosures from your 'pre-natal' visit. The guards, especially the one with the recently broken arm, glare at me and threaten me with pain rods as you're pushed in... more to keep me from attacking than to be cruel. The door is slammed shut and locked. I smirk at him, showing fang before turning my attention to you. "Little one..." i follow you
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