Owen screamed as Blue's teeth punched straight through his hand and ripped.

After a moment of stillness as everyone outside the paddock looked on in absolute horror, the other three Raptors pounced, clawed limbs slashing and jaws tearing through cloth, skin, muscle, and bone.

Then the InGen men on the railing started their nonstop barrage with the stunners, dropping the Raptors where they stood.

In the middle of the dinos was a bloody pile of meat, surrounded by bits of human that had been ripped off and tossed aside. Half a hand, an ear, a piece of skin with hair that was rapidly dying red.

They had hoped, so, so foolishly that this would work. That Owen could control them.

Blue chose that moment to burp in her drug-induced sleep.

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Author's Note: Congrats. You've been trolled.