Her throat is red and raw. But she can’t stop screaming.

She screams for help, to be let go. She just doesn’t want to be here anymore. At only three inches tall, and stuck in a pet store, Laila is easily overpowered and pretty beat up.

Beat up is a bit of an understatement, actually. Her legs are bent at awkward angles, her hair is patchy. She has skinny limbs but a distended belly, caused from never eating. Her eyes are red, her face is scratched from her clawing at it. Her hand and nails are bloody from her banging at the glass of her tank. She knows what she is- ugly. But all she wants is freedom.

Nobody wants to buy her. And by now, she’s almost out of energy. She curls up on the itchy wood shavings and lets out one last pathetic shriek as you walk in.