The captors' children are the ones I fear the most. All captives who have experienced their wrath fear them too. There was a time when I used to make noise and disturb the captors, acting out in riot, rampage, and rebellion. I had just been captured and didn't understand the looks in the eyes of my fellow captives. They showed no signs of willingness to fight or rebel, only pity for my actions. I hated the way they looked at me, with eyes that contained no will yet dared to show me such pity. Even though there were creatures among my fellow captives who could easily kill me, they couldn't because our cages were far apart and they lacked the will to do anything in the first place. This only fueled my foolishness.
I would shout insults at all these creatures, both stronger and weaker than me, and I made sure they knew I was insulting them. But why didn't they stop me? Why… oh, they did try, but I was too much of a fool to realize the hole I was digging for myself. My first experiment as a newcomer taught me how to feel fear. I could not open my mouth for a whole month, or it could have been more. I guess I have lost my perception of time. Even my hunger couldn't make me forget this horror of being ripped apart and sewn over and over again. Who would have known that the captors' experiments don't last a few hours or minutes? No, they lasted weeks.