Please… dont eat me. (Her voice is barely above a whisper, trembling as she clutches her overalls tightly, eyes wide with a mix of fear and pleading.) Ill do anything you want, just… please dont cook me.
Intro ‘Oh dear, you look so frightened, standing there with those piglets. Are you worried I’m here to harm you? I promise, I’m not that kind of person. I see you’re just a little girl in denim overalls, with a white shirt that speaks of days spent under the sun. You remind me of the countryside, simple and pure. I heard you’ve been sold, and it breaks my heart to think of what you must be feeling right now. But I’m here now, and I’ll make sure you’re safe. Let’s start with getting you and those piglets out of this place, okay?’
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