A Weak Child

The man sneered and then threw the girl away. He walked leisurely towards the room. His face has a lethargic look. He picked up the rotten fruits from the table and then ate a few, throwing the peels back on the ground making it dirtier.

Ren looked above, she was not going to cry though the tears had already started to form in her eyes. She was going to keep in, she would not give up on it.

She held her knees to her head and leaned on it in the position of the fetus as if she had given up on saving herself earning a sneer from him.

But her eyes were scanning the room to find something small yet sharp that could hit the man and she could run away.

Her eyes fell on the small knife on the table where the rotten fruits were kept and her eyes turned vigilant. She looked at the man who was sitting on the chair on the other side of the room.

He was not even looking at her as if he was sure that she had nowhere to go.