Marcy POV
The sun is hot, burning against my fur. The flies around me were intense, swarming me like i was the only horse on the property. I’m not sure how i ended up here, I haven’t seen my owner in a long time.. and i recognize nothing. The people here can be brutal, they get tired of me.. constantly saying I’m being ‘dramatic’ or ‘way over the top’ and they look at me with a snarl on their lips. I Wish i could speak their language, i wish i could tell them the pain in ...
