SIGRID

The scream lodged in my throat, my eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as my trembling hands lifted the poor creature, barely clinging to life.

Its pale skin was covered in horrible black markings, like cursed patterns crawling across its tiny frame—even its face was tainted.

It didn’t cry.

I could feel its weak little heart faltering, barely beating.

Then, it opened its mismatched eyes—one of each color—staring up at the bitch who had been drowning it in the well.

"My lady, is some