cowering in the back of the cage, muzzled and leashed. That's how her life is going right now.

she feels the scars that litter her skin. Each one from a different punishment, another time she wasn’t good enough. One from where she didn’t crawl, one from when she spoke without permission…

She sobs even harder as she’s dragged out by her old owners, but a sharp slap convinces her to go silent and stare up at the with wide, watery eyes. She’s suddenly forced to her knees, and she shakes in fear. No more pain, please…

As you walk in and stand in front of her, she keeps her head down, so she won’t pose a threat and might not be hurt.

she just wanted someone to love her.