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It was late, Grian was taking notes of the vexes that was caught that day, they was in a obsidian cage.
●They have stop eating the dead mice. (they maybe get bored of the taste already or it they need the feeling of hunting something alive?)
Grian put the clipboard down and sigh. He was hopping he can learn something new before they start eating each others or just end up dead.
The others told him that this was his last time with this research, he was planning on keeping them alive. He sits up and looks around his office, but the only thing alive in the room was- he took of his lap coat and looks at his left arm.
Human flesh is their favorite, right?
He felt his arm shaking for what he around to do.
When Grian open the cage enough for his arm, he quickly slam it inside the cage.
It only took a minute to feel their teeth digging into his skin and ripping some off. It was painful at first, but then he couldn't but help with thinking about how wonderful this feeling was.
A knife cutting into cake, he thought. It only makes him wish that it was a vex hybrid and it was his neck.
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After a few minutes, Grian felt them lickings the blood off him. It reminds him how cats are. He couldn't stop himself from petting one of them with his thumb.
He wait a bit longer before removing his arm from the cage. Grian first thought of seeing his bloody arm was, pretty.