#Chapter 55 A new hell

Patara & Dylan’s child - third POV The baby grew faster than any of them knew what to do with. Once the nurses handed him off, he was placed in hands that felt disgusted just touching him. They were terrified that he would eat them if they didn’t feed him. He snipped at fingers as if they were meat for the taking. Once that happened, they fitted him for a nuzzle that were meant for dogs. Only taking it off when he was allowed to eat something. The food they did feed him was raw and bad for normal children—but they didn’t realize it was exactly what he craved when he was this hungry. Day by day he grew more and more right before their eyes. They could barely keep clothes on him until they finally just had him wear trash bags. It was better fitting for him anyway, they said. His mind developed just as quickly as his body. A few weeks in, he started to wonder if the ones that were caring for him were hurting him. It wasn’t an accident, was it? They were doing it on purpo