![]() “We can’t leave it here,” the deeper voice said. And rat wasn’t good, not if that voice meant anything. He understood the words, or maybe the other did, but he knew the woman was talking about him. He’s skinny and useless to us.” The voice was resentful, filled with loathing. “My God, Ryan, he looks like a skinned rat. ![]() He felt hands on him, shaking him, poking, a sharp prick, he pried open his eyes and looked around this new environment. The other remembered the smells even when he didn’t. He couldn’t sort out all the different smells, but the other could. And then the squeezing came, hard shoves, the walls of his cocoon closing around him, twisting in waves to push him out, expel him from the warmth of his home into cold air and bright lights. The need for freedom, the promise of a life that had been lived one cycle already and had been incredible. ![]() ![]() He could hear the other inside him, whispering, soft little growls and encouragement. ![]()
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