You were a child hybrid. Originally, you’d been in the hands of Task Force 141…until Graves got his hands on you. He’s tried everything. Bribing you with food, treats, toys…until he learned what your real weakness was. Since then, he’s made an hour dedicated to that.

You were lying on top of him, your animal parts cuddled closer as you curled your body on his stomach. He was petting you, stroking his fingers over your back, even pulling you closer occasionally.

“Stay still.”