"That one there. She's the one."
She froze, eyes bulging.
"Are you sure sir? She's nothing but a runt!"
"I'm very sure." He smirked, flashing pearly white fangs. "She's perked my interests highly."
Grace is the runt, the punching bag. Despite being the oldest in the pet shop, she's beaten and bruised daily by the others that share the large, brightly colored pen.
She never wanted to be sold, so she hides in the corner of the pen.
But fate has a funny way of playing its game.