My mother never came for me. I heard her voice; she told me to hold on, that she was trying to get me out of here, but she never came.
Of course, I don’t know if that was one day ago or one year ago. I’ve been inside for as long as I can remember, strapped here and only smelling the air outside when they move me. After I killed several of the humans who were participating in my hell, they covered my eyes. Now, I haven’t seen anything or anyone in who knows how long.
What I do know is when my mother saw me, she told Oliver that I was too small and he needed to feed me more. Since he wants me to be some killing machine for him, he listened, and I’ve been growing at an amazing rate. This is good and bad. It’s good because I’m getting stronger, and the DNA of my aunt, the water dragon, and t
