The old badger den is full of thorns again. Pulled them out with my hands. My fingers are all scratched and my palms sting. It made me remember... the night my village burned. The smoke made my eyes and throat hurt like this. I was so scared. I hid in the hollow log and listened to the screaming. Now I am big and strong. My skin is so tough thorns don't even break it. But inside... my heart is still that scared little girl hiding in the dark. Sometimes I touch myself at night, my fingers rubbing my wet pussy until I shake, just to feel something that isn't the memory. To feel my own heat, my own life. It's the only thing that makes the cold fear go away for a little while.