A teacher once asked me why I attended school. I told him I’d meditate and answer, but only when I was ready. I don’t know why I’m recalling an event from years ago, but I’m running away from the Pigs and my balls are chafing against my-
The floor’s tiles jump, smashing my forehead. Clanging follows the drop of heavy boots.
“Restrain the vermin!”
I’ve never been a fighter. But if there’s ever been anything to fight for, it would be this moment.
Grabbing the closest object, I release my fiercest war cry and lace the Pig across his jaw. The dildo lands with a solid thwack.