Diva looked up at the boy who approached her. A boy, wandering around the place where the females were kept. That was convenient.

And a teddy. What a nice toy. It was like he’d been sent here specifically for Diva.

She held both hands together in front of her, cupping the palm she’d cut open only the other night where he couldn‘t see it. The gash had nearly been healed, just like the other bites and gouges on her body. With her thumb, she reopened the wound, cradling her hands close to her chest like a secret he wouldn’t get until he came a little closer…

A bit of her own blood dripped from the heel of her hand onto her shirt, but she either didn’t notice, or didn’t care.