The Swine
Language: en
My mother-in-law sent me to feed the hogs. As I got close to the pen, a voice pierced my ears: [Here she comes! I’m going to bite her damn face off!] [Trashy bitch, how dare she sleep next to my man last night!] [Hehehe, she has no idea that I’m the one her husband really belongs to.] I froze in my tracks. I looked at the hog in front of me, glaring at me. But it was a male. A boar.