1 My parents, with their overzealous compassion, broke tradition and adopted a grimy stray dog. This dog, a snarling menace, would routinely snatch food from the other rescue animals, even biting them. But my parents, as if blind, showered it with boundless affection… Driven by desperation, I finally confined the dog to a cage. Dad saw. His hand lashed out, a brutal slap across my face. Then, a sickening kick sent me sprawling into the cage. The vicious dog lunged, its fangs tearing into my lower leg. Agony ripped through me, and I collapsed, trembling, as my blood pulsed onto the concrete. The next day, a twisted, doctored video of me 'abusing' the dog, edited by my own parents, exploded online. Instantly, I was a pariah, universally reviled. A throng of reporters descended, and the other dogs, spooked by the frenzied crowd, suddenly snapped. They charged at me, a snarling tide of teeth and fur! My parents simply stood by, their gazes cold, allowing the pack to tear into me. “You beast! You torment animals every day! Now they're taking their revenge!” “Tear her apart! I'll pretend you were never my daughter!” I died, a choked gasp of pure hatred. How could my own parents betray me so utterly, all for a dog? When my eyes next snapped open, I was back. Back to the day they adopted that stray. … "Nonsense! Look how obedient and gentle he is! How could he be dangerous? We have so many dogs here, one more won't make a difference." "This child, she has no compassion at all! How have we been teaching you all these years?" My parents' voices echoed in my ears. I snapped my eyes open, frantically checking my body. A moment ago, I was a bloody mess, torn apart by a pack of dogs. Now, I was perfectly intact. Could it be… I'd been reborn? As I reeled in confusion, Mom had already led that vicious dog inside, preparing to give it a bath. In my previous life, I had been killed by a dog? Unbelievable! My parents were overflowing with kindness, always teaching me to love and care for animals. Ten years ago, after our family home was redeveloped, they insisted on selling three houses to establish this stray animal rescue. I became a popular animal blogger, boasting millions of followers. When that vicious dog first appeared, it was stinking and filthy, its eyes gleaming with a sinister malice. We worried its large size might pose a danger, but then it suddenly sat down obediently, tongue lolling, emitting a series of appeasing whines. My parents, blinded by their bleeding hearts, ignored my objections and adopted it on the spot. Later, they repeatedly spoiled it, allowing it to bully the other animals, and it often bit me. Mom not only ignored my wounds but would sharply scold me: "What are you being so dramatic about? Why doesn't he bite us, only you?" "If you dare to touch him, I'll break your legs!" They even maliciously edited videos of me disciplining the dog and posted them online, leading to a relentless wave of online bullying. A throng of reporters and a gawking crowd descended, blindly cursing me out. I was utterly defenseless, my reputation destroyed… The usually gentle rescue dogs, frightened by the mob, became agitated. Fearing they might hurt the people, I darted forward to block them, but the pack turned on me, attacking me en masse. I died with my last breath, unable to comprehend how my once loving parents could stand by and watch me being savagely torn apart by a pack of dogs… "Such a good boy! From now on, you'll be Chaos." Mom's familiar, doting voice brought me back to reality. Watching that vicious dog wag its hindquarters, trotting beside her, made my teeth grind in frustration! Fine, let them keep it. It's just a stupid dog. Knowing the outcome now, I wouldn't fall twice! I'd find out what spell this brute had cast on my parents, to make them turn so heartlessly against me. 2 From the moment Chaos arrived, it became their absolute favorite. While the other dogs and cats were confined to the yard, this one was allowed indoors. Mom even cradled it to sleep at night. To keep it from snatching food, I'd deliberately give it extra portions each day. In my spare time, I’d even approach it, offer a gentle pet, and talk to it. But even so, that brute would still sneak around, terrorizing the other animals. One tiny kitten nearly died from its bites! This time, with my parents out, I took the opportunity to give it a thorough beating. It learned its place, alright. I had foolishly believed its aggression stemmed from past trauma, a lingering shadow from its time on the streets. But no. It was a rotten seed, through and through. The next day, I found a box of rat poison on the shoe rack by the door. With all the cats around, where would we have mice? And Dad had always been so adamant: never leave toxic substances where animals could get to them. Lost in a swirl of questions, I saw Mom approaching, a plate of steamed buns in her hands. A chill ran down my spine. Rat poison buns? The thought was grotesque, but in my past life, they had wanted me dead. I took the buns, feigning an appetite, and retreated to my bedroom. I hastily texted my childhood best friend, Autumn: "Check in every half-hour. If I don't reply, call the police for me!" No sooner had I sent the message than Mom's urgent knocking rattled my door. She demanded to know if I'd eaten. My heart leaped into my throat. I feigned innocence, calling out, "Yep! They were delicious!" After what felt like an eternity, I began to think I'd overreacted. I was about to step out. The moment I opened the door, I froze. Chaos sat squarely in front of the door, its eyes locked on me. Behind it, Mom stood, a chilling, uncanny smile playing on her lips. "You lied, darling~ Why aren't you eating?" My scalp prickled. My gut instinct had been right! But I feigned composure. "Oh, not hungry," I mumbled. I tried to step past, but that brute blocked my path, barking furiously, occasionally lunging towards me. Was it… challenging me to a fight? I immediately rushed back inside, grabbed a baseball bat, and held it ready. Mom's brow furrowed at the sight. She reached out, attempting to snatch the bat from my grasp. "Put that down, you brat! Don't you dare hurt Chaos!" I clung to the bat, unwilling to let go. As Mom and I struggled, that monstrous dog suddenly lunged. Before I could react, I was on the floor, tangled with Chaos in a desperate struggle. It clamped its jaws onto my arm, shaking its head violently. Adrenaline surged through me. I barely felt the pain, just hammered at it with desperate force! Perhaps the commotion was too great, drawing Dad to the scene. He rushed forward, seeming to intervene. "Stop! Don't fight! Both of you, stop!" I thought he'd come to pull the dog off me, seeing my blood. Instead, he helped the dog pin me down… My hands were clamped tight, utterly helpless. "Bitch! That's what you get for messing with Chaos!" "You little brute! You hit Chaos so hard! He's hurt!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He lashed out, striking my face as he yelled. The blows left me dazed, disoriented. Chaos took the opportunity, tearing savagely at my lower leg. Blinding pain surged, and when I looked down, I saw bone gleaming through the gushing blood! I screamed for help, but Mom just stood by, her face impassive, her gaze distant. What was happening? This time, I’d been nothing but kind to the dog in front of them. And when I disciplined it, they weren't even home. They couldn't possibly have known. I couldn't fathom it. How could the parents who once loved me so fiercely, doted on me, now beat me for a dog? They used to cherish me, protecting me like a fragile treasure. The slightest discomfort, and they'd rush to my side, asking anxiously, "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" But now, this dog arrives, and I'm a "bitch"? 3 When I next opened my eyes, I was tied up, lying in the dog kennel. The wound on my lower leg, crudely wrapped in a dirty rag, was still seeping blood. I shook my head violently, forcing myself into a state of clarity. Before me were the familiar stray dogs and cats I usually cared for. They circled me curiously, and one dog even came over to lick me. It twisted my stomach to remember how, in my previous life, these very same gentle creatures had torn me to shreds. I instinctively shooed them away, keeping my distance. My hands and feet were bound, immobile, my body numb and aching. Suddenly, a cat leaped onto my chest. I looked closer. It was the same cat I had rescued two years ago. It seemed incredibly agitated, meowing frantically. It must sense I'm in danger. "Well, well, awake are we?" My parents slowly walked in, that vile creature Chaos trailing behind them. Their eyes gleamed with triumphant malice. I quickly nudged the cat, urging it to slip away. The next second, Dad pulled a butcher knife from behind his back, raising it, gesturing menacingly towards me. "Dad! Clear your head!" "Look at me! It's me, Willow! Your daughter!" I was terrified, pleading desperately with them. Mom stood by, hands on her hips, a cold, mocking smile on her face. "That's right, you're our Willow." "And we're going to kill you." My blood ran cold. No! Why? I couldn't believe this was real. Terror mixed with utter bewilderment. What had this dog done to them? I meticulously replayed every detail in my mind, terrified of missing anything. But I couldn't come up with anything! This time, everything was different. There was no reason for them to kill me. "Dad! Mom! I truly don't understand! Why? All for a dog?" "Are you insane? Please, calm down! Look at what you're doing!" Dad completely ignored my tearful pleas. He still held the butcher knife, a twisted smirk on his face, his eyes filled with murderous intent. "I'm perfectly clear-headed! And you're my daughter!" I was crying so hard I could barely breathe, shaking my head in despair. "Dad! No! Don't kill me! You'll regret this! How can a dog bewitch you like this?" "Mom! Please, talk to Dad! Please, I beg you!" Mom, seeing Dad hesitate, stepped forward and snatched the knife from his hand. "Oh, for heaven's sake! Why are you wasting time with her? Give it to me! I'll do it!" With that, she strode purposefully towards me. My eyes widened, and I screamed, "AAH! AAH!" pushing backward with my feet, desperate to retreat. But she showed no sign of stopping, swinging the knife down, her eyes unblinking. I mustered all my strength, kicking out squarely at her chest. She stumbled, losing her balance, and fell heavily to the ground. Chaos, seeing this, began to bark furiously, and the other dogs in the yard, hearing it, joined in. "Woof! Woof! Woof!" In that moment, I felt like I was in hell, never having known such terror… Dad, in a frenzy, picked up the knife and lunged at me. I squeezed my eyes shut in despair, awaiting death. Suddenly, a thunderous shout echoed from a distance. "Stop!" "Mr. Miller! What are you doing?!"
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