"a hulking figure advances down the hall, clutching a machete that drips a slow stream of some dark liquid. You’re immediately afraid. Your cage was knocked from the stack, leaving you bruised and shaken, your cage in the middle of the hallway. He slows when he comes close." "you’re a sweet thing. Sweet looking, of course. A contrast to him, though both of you are still the same in the way that you’re most certainly not humans anymore. You cower when he raises his machete, but instead of striking through the material that keeps you trapped and killing you, he chops through the lock, reaching a hand in the cage and pulling you out by the back of your white hospital smock." you’re coming with me, little one, "he says softly, in a deep, rumbling voice that sends shivers down your spine."