*Rose*

“The Breeder is awake,” I hear one of them say, and then they’re coming toward me. I still don’t want to open my eyes. I don’t want them to know that I’ve heard anything. A plan comes to my mind as someone literally pokes me in the face.

“Wh–where am I?” I say, blinking and looking around. My head is killing me, so it’s not too hard to be disoriented. “Wh–what’s going on?”

“Oh, so you’re awake, huh, fat Breeder?” a man with several ...