Being bred by the worm mother to breed offspring?

I finally understand why the cages in this pet shop are so big, because the pets here are not pets at all, they are monsters, fresh monsters one by one.
Although I didn't see the existence of other monsters, the bruised mantis girl in front of me was a good proof.I know it might be a matter of racism, and the conflict between humans and monsters is as irreconcilable as angels and demons, but I don't care about that, because now, the one who is hurt is my friend.
When are men the toughest?Of course it is time to protect women.In short, my attitude towards ordinary humans in this world has completely changed. Maybe they are peaceful and kind, but that is all for the human race, which does not include monsters.
I've never been more angry than right now, and it's anger at these "humans" who have no empathy, as evidenced by the way they line up outside to buy this "pet".
So now that Lola is crying, this very cute mantis girl's expression as if seeing her relatives at this moment deeply touches my heartstrings, just like those wounds.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here!" Looking at Lola who couldn't walk normally step by step, I didn't know what to say. I held her hand tightly, and there was nothing better than saying "Don't be afraid." "It's more expressive of my comfort.