_ My Pretty Flower

A strange emotion welled up inside me just watching this pretty flower. It was one I couldn't name. I'd spent my life looking down on people, toying with them, breaking them, and yet… I didn't like this. 

The pigs were restless, agitated by her presence. She tried to shush them, whispering something I couldn't hear.

Her voice was so soft—like a lullaby meant to calm them. But it didn't work. One of them shoved its snout against her arm, making her jolt. 

I clenched my jaw. 

For someone so breathtaking, so pure-looking, she didn't belong in filth.

A bitter taste zinged in my mouth. 

I had come here to feed the pigs. 

Now, I was standing frozen, watching a girl who shouldn't exist in my world, much less in this place. 

I had to know why.

I stood there for a long moment, staring at the girl curled up in the filth like she belonged there.