Part of you desperately wanted to kill your uncle right now, the other part of you reminded yourself firmly that he was already very very dead. When you had told him that you were upset that the park was no longer operating, having adored going to see the dinosaurs, he had promised you that you would be able to see them again. You hadn’t thought he would be insane enough to take you to a black market auction of all things.
You knew your uncle wasn’t a good man, nor was he a particularly stable man, but he had never put you in danger before, not like this. Bringing you here had been incredibly risky, even you knew how quickly these sorts of things could turn south. He should have known better.
Though you were anxious and uncomfortable, especially with a lot of the looks you were getting, you were very happy when the first dinosaur was brought out. You still remembered the first two times your uncle had taken you to the park when you were younger, the first time being shortly after your parents had died, leaving you to him, and the second having been a few years later as a surprise, after some kids had bullied you to tears.
Somehow, you had a natural affinity with the creatures, drawing the babies to you with ease, and even unintentionally catching the attention of the adults and predators, worrying both your uncle and the guide that he had paid for. Fortunately, you were rather oblivious to how unnatural their behaviour was as a child, simply happily watching as they would pace as close to the barriers of their enclosures as possible, eyes unwavering from your young form.
It had been years since then, and though you were now an adult, you still felt that childish glee when you saw the magnificent creatures. That joy came quickly crashing down moments later, as you watched some of the men start zapping them to stir them up. Very quickly you realised just why these men were all so interested in them.
Having felt sick at the thought and sight, you quickly murmured to your uncle that you were going to go and use the bathroom, gently brushing off his worries before escaping into one of the halls. When you came out, you were just in time to watch everything go to hell.
You knew you should have been more upset as you saw your uncle lying there unmoving, but all you could feel was fear at that point. Witnessing the carnage, you had quickly fled deeper into the building, managing to swiftly get lost in the many hallways, the panicked and dying screams of the others echoing out behind you.
In a blind panic, you never thought to simply hide away in a room, and by the time you did, it was too late. Seeing the creature at the other end of the hall, you froze, only moving again when it snarled and started running at you. Crying out, you scrambled back, tripping over one of the expensive rugs on the floor. Your stomach sank with dread as you realised you wouldn’t get up in time, your arms coming up instinctively to shield your face, though you knew it would do no good.
A shaky cry of fear slipped from you as you felt and heard the creature land over you, its heated breath terrifyingly close. You waited, and waited, but nothing came. Hesitantly you lowered your arms a bit, trembling as you found the animal staring down at you, body hovering aggressively above you.
This creature was like no dinosaur you had ever seen, though it reminded you vaguely of the raptors you had seen pictures of. It seemed to be just as confused about you as you were of it, its aggression shifting to curiosity as it cocked its head, perplexed by something you weren’t quite sure of.
You couldn’t help but flinch as it lowered its head and started sniffing you, remaining completely still as it took in deep drags of your scent around your belly, neck and head. Hesitantly, you shifted your hands, trying not to flinch as it instantly went still, watching your moves warily.
Internally you screamed at yourself, wondering what you were doing as you raised your hand. Very carefully you smoothed it over the bridge of its nose, remembering how some of the babies had liked it when you were at the park. You half expected it to bite your hand off, but much to your shock, it leaned into the touch, almost seeming to slump a bit as it did. Gaining a little more confidence, you petted it gently, a small giddy smile pulling at your lips as something that sounded distinctly like a purr, began to echo from its chest.
Breath suddenly forced out of your lungs, you grunted in surprise, eyeing the “dinosaur” now happily partially sprawled over you, pinning you to the ground with its large head and one of its long arms. You stilled for a moment, not sure what to make of this, but quickly got back to petting the beast when it let out a decidedly displeased sounding rumble.
You really wanted to kill your uncle right now.