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This place, wherever the hell I was, was growing mundane in my personal opinion. I don't know what the body pressed up against me thought about this, nor did I particularly care, but his constant kicking and moving made me restless and annoyed. Not to mention that constant beating noise, over and over, the only variation in it being it speeding up or slowing down. These had been the constant in my life, but I craved more. There had been a voice, somewhere in the darkness, and I wanted to find it. It intrigued me, for I often heard not one, but two quiet regularly: a higher pitched one and a deeper one.

Suddenly an unknown force pushes me, putting distance between the other body and I. I do not struggle, this unknown was welcome. Wherever I was being forced to was surely more interesting than that god awful place. It is long and it is dark, the pounding sound growing farther and farther away. Soon enough, I am forced into a brightness, a cold sending a shiver through my body for all I had ever known was warmth. Instinct drive my lungs to fill with air, and for the first time I can voice my complaints. I thrust around, completely blind and deaf but enjoying my freedom from that prison. I could grow used to this place rather quickly.

Something lifts me up off the ground and I let said thing know I disapprove highly of being handled in such a way, roaring out and squirming, using my little legs to try and force my way out. It seemed to have worked for I am dropped less than gracefully. A strange thing runs over my body, again and again as I am forced over for this object to run over me. I open my mouth and try to bite at it, not having anything to use against it but still I try. Finally my point is made and I am moved. Now I am placed beside a huge, soft mass that is shaking slightly and moving up and down.

My nose starts working almost immediatly, scenting something that fills me with a new sensation: Hunger. I do not like it, and so I go to the smell that seems to be the only way to get rid of it. I latch on to something and a warm, delicious substance fills my mouth. I am greedy, immediately taking it for myself as I feel the familiar body that had accompanied me in the prison now beside me again. I am letting out growls as I eat, a warning to everyone to leave me alone. Only when I am satisfied to I release my hold on the food giver and slip into food induced unconsciousness.