Make a Face: Zeke's Sierra Gold Floating Trout Bait®

A soul on a wire leash wanted his attention
The woman who had made faces at him
After he had been captured and surgically altered
Was now attempting to communicate
This time faceless
She wanted him to let her in
"I freed you! Remember the night I freed you?"

The Keeper had been learning from his four captives
Allowing them brief visitations with one another
In exchange for lessons
Lessons about humans
Essentially lessons about deception and entitlement
Not earned but gained through luck or chance

Evolution must have its reasons, mustn't it?

The Keeper had learned that trust was humanity's favorite trap
Whether it's the treble hook hidden by:

Or the pleas of a lonely scientist

Who, one night, let pity and whiskey get the best of her

And now she wanted his help

Oh, he planned to let her in

But not until she made one last face for him

A trust face