Eva placed her daughter – Marlene – into the cushion padded bath tub which had been recently cleaned, wasting almost three full size toilet paper rolls and water. She made sure it was fully clean, not a spot of blood even staining the acrylic vessel.

She had her wrapped in Celeste's t-shirt, making sure the breezy winds of the night wouldn't cause the small infant to shudder or quite possibly catch a cold. Nor Terrell or Eva could risk to have someone ill on board. Eva placed a soft kiss on the little child's temple before leaving the bathroom and making her way to the kitchen.

Her stomach had been rumbling since the morning, not having eaten in a long amount of time. Although she checked the closet in hopes to find her leftover snack, Terrell had thrown the body into the ocean – not only because it was starting to decompose, but because the thought of Eva eating his girlfriend bought Terrell nothing but disgust. This of course disappointed Eva who had thrown a temper tantrum.

Instead, she figured her best mode of survival would be eating actual food, no matter how much her taste buds craved human meat. She walked behind the counter, passing by an occupied Terrell – who seemed deep in thought. She reached for the same cabinet that held canned goods, not wanting to spend time making something to eat.

Her gaze landed upon Terrell while she turned around to retrieve a spoon, hoping that the tomato soup wouldn't have been spoiled by now. She scanned his facial expression and tense body language, curious as to what he was upset about now.

"You know, Mom always told me to be strong no matter what. You did what you had to do." Eva spoke, taking a seat adjacent to him. She pried open the can of soup.

The man looked up at her in disbelief, though it seemed like he was both physically and emotionally drained. He'd barely gotten any sleep for the past three days. His routine consisted of maneuvering the boat, taking a nap for four hours before the auto-pilot would alert him to wake up and having to repeat the cycle all over again. At this point, he himself was surprised he didn't start going insane.

"You're telling me to take advice from a woman who abused her daughter and killed her boyfriend?" He scoffed.

"She did it for a reason."

"No, she didn't, Eva." Terrell began, the anger over the topic causing him to jolt up in response. "You've told me about the multiple times she's threatened to kill you, and at one she's locked you in a gas oven didn't she?" The man demanded answers from her, he wasn't able to wrap his head around why she would want to go back to such a horrid person.

Eva could do nothing but continue eating her tomato soup, his words passing through one ear and out the other. She didn't feel comfortable explaining to him, or others, why she chose to stay with her mom no matter how much Hell the woman had put her through. According to Ross, he'd diagnosed it as a mild case of Stockholm Syndrome.

"Well, you can't really spend the rest of your life crying about it." She started, rolling her eyes. "Had you left her on the boat, she would've decomposed faster and the entire boat would've started to smell."

Terrell clenched his jaw at her obvious attempt to change the subject, though he couldn't care less as to why Eva was insistent on staying with her abusive mother.

"Maybe if you hadn't already taken a piece of her – she wouldn't have decomposed faster, ever think of that, Eva?" Terrell rhetorically snapped back.

Eva rolled her eyes, not wanting to engage in the topic any further, seeing nothing wrong with giving into her instinct along with feeding her child.

The two were interrupted by Marlene's whimpering, echoing throughout the bathroom. Eva sighed, a little annoyed at how she had to actually take care of the baby, wishing she'd gotten rid of it sooner. She excused herself, walking into the bedroom, going to the bathroom door and twisting the knob. The woman then opened the bath tub door, walking over to the large acrylic tub and scooping up her daughter.

"God, will you ever shut the fuck up?" She lowly muttered, glaring at her daughter who began whimpering, indicating she was going to burst out in tears again. "Alright, alright..." Eva reassuringly stated, taking her dress off one shoulder, exposing her breast.

She latched the baby onto her nipple, supporting the girl's neck so she had a better grip with her mouth. Eva waited, but the baby wasn't drinking, instead attempting to bite onto her mother's nipples with her toothless gums – beginning to whimper once she realized she wasn't getting what she really wanted.

It look Eva a few moments to realize what was happening, sighing as she came to the horrific conclusion. She held onto the baby's head, making sure her mouth was still latched. She could care less about what her child wanted, the baby would only be getting milk – since Terrell had dumped out Celeste's body. Although the child began whimpering, she soon settled for milk, drinking it until her eyes became heavy.

***

"You didn't think she was going to develop a liking for human meat?" Terrell's brows knitted at Eva's stupidity, pacing around the bedroom as the woman sat on the foot of the bed, clenching the mattress in fear.

"No, I didn't beca-"

"Don't you dare, Eva." He stopped abruptly, his eyes practically bulging out at her. "Don't you fucking dare, Eva."

"I didn't know!" She yelled in response, shrugging. "I've eaten so many things like, like – eggs. Eggs, bread, orange juice – those shitty canned foods, everything else but human meat, so why is she clawing at my tit?"

"You don't have eggs on your tits – do you?" The man's thick brows furrowed once more, not being able to fathom as to how careless and stupid Eva was being. "She felt the texture of your skin, so since her mother had eaten the same thing – she's obviously going to want it!" His tone began to sound more condescending than helpful, but who could blame him? Terrell would be flabbergasted at how clueless Eva was at times, surprised she hadn't been met with the consequences of her actions sooner.

"How do I make her stop? I can't just give it to her."

"Don't give it to her – ever. I don't care if she's thirteen and clawing at her own skin, don't give her meat."

"Thirteen?" Eva inquired, shocked. "No, she better stop before then, or-"

"Or what?" Terrell turned around, genuinely curious as to what her form of discipline was. "You're going to kill her? You're going to shove her into an oven and turn the gas on until she suffocates?"

There was no doubt in his mind that Eva would turn out to be just as psychotic as her mother. If it was up to him, Terrell would scoop that baby out of her hands and care for it appropriately, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with her – therefore, he hoped Eva would be a decent mother, though it was being proved otherwise in the moment.

"I never said that."

"Then what are you going to do, Eva?" What are you going to do when your thirteen year old daughter starts emerging out of her room with her skin missing because mommy didn't continue what she started?" He knelt before her, his voice becoming a little bit calmer. Terrell hoped a reasonable answer would come out of her, but didn't have an expectation for it.

She stared at him with glossy, hazel eyes, hoping to find an answer within his probing ones. The woman tried her best to suppress the real answer, but she didn't know if it was too fart fetch, even for her.

"I'll let her have it. No matter what it takes."