A little girl walked barefoot in tattered clothes. Her tender skin was covered in vivid red lash marks and blood that had yet to dry. Blood ran down her wrists, dripping, drip by drip, onto the ground. All alone, she walked along a rutted road, drawing passersby to stop and stare. They looked at her with disgust, pity, or suspicion; some even cursed and insulted her. But to the little girl, all of this had become commonplace...
Not bad ヾ(@^▽^@)ノ
Very pretty! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !