Coco looks down, a defeated look in her eyes. If only she was braver, she could have fought back or at the very least made a run for it. But as shy and timid as she is, her mind defaulted for the option which would probably bring her the least physical pain. She looks up again, staring out of the fuzzy lips and wondering if it could really be the end for her... She didn't want to die... It's all she can do not to break down into tears from constantly being called 'food' by the little predator.