A darkling drabble offers a shiver of horror in a hundred words…
He sometimes wondered if they knew what their fate was, but then again he couldn’t believe them intelligent enough to understand the nuances. And anyway he gave them a good life, didn’t he? They had food, warm beds and plenty of outdoor space to run around in.
His life mate rather thought the strange noises they made were some sort of rudimentary speech, but as a female she was prone to odd notions and improbable fancies.
He was prepared to indulge her, though, as she produced litter after litter of healthy young.
All of whom were raised on hooman meat.