When I was seven, I got lost in the mountains with my parents and was raised by a community living wild in the mountains. At fifteen, my parents found me. But I couldn’t fit into human society. It was my twin sister who patiently guided me. When my wild side flared up, hurting people and getting me ostracized, She shielded me with her frail body, took a beating so bad she coughed up blood, and was left with a chronic illness from that day on. For her, I pushed myself to study, got into a top university, and joined a special department thanks to my ability to communicate with animals. At twenty-three, My sister excitedly told me, “Sis, I really love him.” “He took 99 lashes for me; we’re going to be so happy.” But less than a month later, I received a video from my parents. My sister, covered in wounds, her face a pulpy mess, lay in a coffin, her severed limbs beside her. In that moment, my long-suppressed wildness exploded. All I wanted was to find the person who killed my sister and rip them to shreds!
When I arrived at the scene, my sister, her eyes frozen open in terror, lay silently in the coffin. The coffin lid next to her was covered in countless scratch marks, swirling in patterns. They screamed of how much pain and despair my sister had endured before she died. It was as if her cries for help were right there, echoing. “Sis, save me!” “I’m sorry.” All my strength drained, and I collapsed to my knees, my veins throbbing as my hands clawed at the dirt. Sharp pebbles cut into my palms, and only that searing, agonizing pain kept me from losing all sanity. Slowly, I pieced her broken body parts back together. “You beasts! The Blackwood family has gone too far!” My parents, who arrived shortly after, roared in heart-wrenching anguish at the sight. My mother even had a heart attack and passed out on the spot. She couldn’t even attend the funeral. In the mourning hall, My dad kept whispering to my sister. “Don’t trust men so easily over there, especially those who talk big but do nothing.” “What a nuisance. Why would he call me to a place like this?” A man’s impatient shouts drifted in from outside. My dad, roaring with grief and fury, snatched up the nearest heavy object and stormed out. “Brandon Blackwood, give me back my daughter’s life!” I immediately followed, seeing the man from my sister’s wedding photo, Brandon, with his fingers intertwined with another woman’s. That woman bore a faint resemblance to my sister. So he was just using her as a replacement! “Stop acting crazy, old man. Get your daughter out here!” Brandon disgustedly shoved my dad down and stepped on his face. “She’s dead! You’ll never see her again in this lifetime!” The woman next to Brandon giggled. “What a joke. Earlier, Sister was locked in with a venomous snake for three days, not only did she not die, but she acted disgusting, like she was with the snake.” “I advised her not to mess around with animals, but she didn’t listen and even pushed me. “Brandon was just thinking of teaching her a lesson by sending her to a monastery to reflect.” Hearing this, Brandon’s face turned terrifyingly dark. “That disgraceful slut! Was she that desperate?” He looked like he wanted to slice my sister into a thousand pieces with his eyes alone. “She made me lose all face with the Blackwood family!” Then, he looked around, raising his voice. “Cassidy, if you don’t show yourself, I’ll chop your dad into pieces and feed him to the dogs!” Having lived with all sorts of animals for so long, I’d seen countless times how out-of-control predators ripped apart their prey. Now, I saw that same savagery in Brandon. If I didn’t make myself known, he really would kill my dad in the most cruel and vicious way. “Dad.” I mimicked my sister’s manner, helping my dad up. “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have doubted Brandon and Seraphina’s relationship.” Then, I turned and knelt, begging through tears. “Brandon, I know I’ve been bad. Please let me come home.” Brandon squatted down, his cold fingers brushing my cheek. “That’s more like it. As long as you’re obedient, the position of Mrs. Blackwood will always be yours.” I nodded hard, then told my dad to take care before hurrying to follow the two in front. “Cassidy.” My dad grabbed my hand, trembling all over. “Do… does it have to be this way?” His neck veins bulged as he spoke with effort. A father who had already lost one daughter didn’t want to lose another. My nose stung. For years, my sister had been taking care of them. She always said, “Sister is meant for great things.” “Let this little good-for-nothing take care of Mom and Dad.” “As long as Sister is happy, I’m happy.” But she had no idea that in my heart, she was the little sun that supported me through one danger after another. I never got to say thank you. I had saved so much for her dowry. We’d promised to watch the sunrise ceremony together, but we never went. And now she was gone, her body dismembered! So, even if it meant going through hell and high water, I would get justice for her! “I promise I’ll be fine.” I patted my father’s hand reassuringly, then turned and quickened my pace. Carrying a father’s helpless despair, I embarked on the path of revenge.
As soon as we returned to the Blackwood mansion, Brandon immediately ordered me to kneel and help Seraphina change her shoes. I was barely a second slow when he kicked me, sending me sprawling. “Useless trash! What good are you for? “Are you only good for acting like a slut and serving those animals?” Seraphina whined sweetly, “Brandon, don’t break my servant. Who will fan me when I sleep tonight?” I clenched my fists, my teeth grinding audibly. This was the life my sister had endured! To torment her, Brandon not only made her kneel in the room, listening to him and Seraphina have sex through a screen, Sometimes he even forced my sister to go in and hold Seraphina up so they could complete complicated positions. When they finished, my sister had to clean up their disgusting mess. In the middle of summer, when they could easily have turned on the air conditioning, Seraphina, citing her allergies, made my sister stay up all night, fanning her manually. My sister initially resisted, but the consequence was Brandon taking out his anger on our parents. First, they were falsely accused and suspended from their jobs without cause. Then, the news spread online, and some brainless fanatics harassed my parents in real life. Once, my mother was so traumatized she ended up in the hospital, almost not making it. From then on, my sister never dared to defy Brandon. She clung to life like a dog, barely surviving! She never told me about any of the pain or suffering she endured. Because of my work, I could only talk to her once in a long while. Yet, every time, she was always cheerful, never complaining once. She would even remind me to take care of myself and not worry, saying she would look after Mom and Dad. “This kind of slut would have gone bad ages ago. Everyone said not to take her, but some fortune teller insisted she’d bring wealth to the family.” “My old-fashioned dad forced me to marry her.” Brandon brought it up, looking like he wanted to tear my flesh off. “If it weren’t for her, I’d already be married to the woman I truly love.” “So you never loved her?” Sister, I stared at Brandon, asking each word slowly. My mind replayed my sister’s radiant smile when she said she was getting married. Little did she know that a beast had woven a deadly lie for her, Ending her young life forever in the summer she turned twenty-three. “Why would I care for a clingy leech? Just smelling her made me sick, and she kept dreaming of Cinderella and Prince Charming.” Brandon’s eyes looked at me like I was a maggot. Seraphina pretended to be kind, patting Brandon to signal him to stop, then reached out to me. “Sister, please get up.” I saw malice in her eyes, then brushed her hand away and stood up myself. I looked up, and a painting caught my eye. It was a nude painting of Seraphina. Her pale body lay on vibrant roses, beautiful and alluring. But I felt a chill run through me. Because the roses in that painting were painted with my sister’s blood. She hadn’t slept a wink, except for a brief moment of comfort, and every day she had to let Seraphina draw her blood for painting. If she was even a little slow, Brandon would lock her in a cage and force her to fight for food with wild dogs. Just imagining those scenes made me want to tear the two people in front of me to shreds. “You damn dare to glare at me!” Brandon furiously shoved me, sending me flying. I covered my swollen face, silent for a moment. Suddenly, I grabbed Seraphina. I opened my mouth and bit into the soft flesh of her neck. As she shrieked in terror, I slowly increased the pressure. The taste of blood surged through my nerve endings. Every cell screamed, “Kill her.” Brandon saw my mouth covered in blood and finally reacted. He pulled me off forcefully. I spat the bitten-off piece of flesh onto his face. “Crazy bitch! Send her to the monastery! This time, unless I say so, she can die there for all I care!” Brandon roared, enraged. As I was dragged away, I smiled. I was just looking for an excuse to go back to that place.
The monastery in the desolate mountains wasn’t as simple as it looked; beneath it lay a fully equipped, well-staffed laboratory. It was funded by the Blackwood family, specifically for researching how to extend human lifespan. But their test subjects weren’t animals; they were people! When I arrived, I was locked in a tiny, airtight room. A few burly men, laughing obscenely, entered. “You didn’t die last time, even with all that fun. This time, I’ve got something special.” The man held up a pair of obstetric forceps. My stomach clenched, and a video recording appeared before my eyes. My sister’s hysterical screams instantly pierced my ears. She was tied to a bed, and the man standing between her splayed legs held obstetric forceps, laughing as he pulled and twisted. In that moment, all my blood froze. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. My sweet, obedient sister, the sister who always saved a share for me, the sister who said we’d be sisters forever! She was tortured to death, little by little, by them! “Animals!” I roared, lunging at the man, snatching the forceps, and violently stabbing them into his eye. “Ah!” Blood mixed with shattered bits of eyeball splattered out, and the small room filled with the man’s horrific screams. The others reacted, trying to grab me. But I had been raised by wild people; I’d long since developed immense strength. They outnumbered me, but that just meant it would take one more minute. After knocking everyone down, I grabbed one of them by the collar. “Do you want to live?” The man nodded frantically. “Do exactly what you see in the video to them.” I pointed at the screen still playing on the wall. The men immediately wailed, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy. “We were just following orders! Please spare us!” “We even tried to persuade him back then, but he cursed at us and said he had to use the most extreme methods to teach you a lesson.” “If you want to settle scores, go after the Blackwoods. He even planned to inject you with a newly developed drug that supposedly makes a person rot into a watery mess, little by little.” “Spare you?” I smiled, toying with a small knife. “Did you show any mercy when you laid hands on me?!” With that, I plunged the knife into the thigh of the man I held. “Do it or not?” The man screamed, “Yes! Yes! W-w-w-w-I’ll do it!” I pulled a chair over and sat down. The man began to act. Screams echoed endlessly in the room. I watched with cold eyes, occasionally whistling. As time passed, the men passed out. Body parts lay on the floor, and the white tiles were stained red. A stench of blood and decay permeated the air, making me sick to my stomach. I pointed at the man who had done the deed. “Clean it up. Don’t let Brandon notice any trace, or your end will be a hundred times worse than theirs.” The man had already witnessed my methods and dared not defy me. He cleaned the scene in the shortest possible time. Soon, the small room was restored to its clean, white state. I lay on the bed, waiting for Brandon’s arrival.
A week later was Mr. Blackwood’s birthday. My sister, as the only publicly acknowledged wife of the Blackwood family, was naturally expected to attend. So Brandon sent people to pick me up. Compared to when I entered, I was so thin the wind could blow me over, and my gaunt face with two hollow, dark eye sockets was especially eerie. Brandon looked pleased. “Looks like you received excellent hospitality.” Brandon lifted my sleeve; my arm was covered in self-inflicted cuts. I had made them to suppress my restless, animalistic urges. Indeed, Brandon smiled even more brightly, grabbing and excitedly kissing Seraphina beside him. They intertwined, making intimate, swallowing sounds. I kept my head bowed, expressionless, calculating how much longer I needed to torture them. The birthday gala was about to begin. Brandon stopped his intimacy with Seraphina just in time. “Darling, I’ll come find you later.” Brandon went to the next room to change. Seraphina stayed behind, circling me. “Still not enough. How about this?” She grabbed my chin, lifting it. “Tonight’s gala has a lot of media here. It would be absolutely scandalous if the Blackwood family’s wife performed a strip show right in front of everyone.” Seraphina clapped excitedly and called Brandon. “Brandon, I’ve thought of something super fun! Come quick!” After hearing Seraphina’s plan, Brandon dotingly praised her. “See? I told you my darling was brilliant.” Seraphina laughed triumphantly, wrapping her arms around Brandon’s waist. “I just worry your dad might not be happy.” “He won’t be. He already has a thing for that piece of trash. We’ll let him have his fun with her later, it’ll make him ecstatic.” Brandon’s gentle voice sounded like a demon’s whisper. In his eyes, my sister was just an object to be discarded at will. Worse than a rat in a sewer. I suppressed my rising fury and stood up. “Who told you to move! Kneel!” Brandon’s face contorted, and he kicked out. I nimbly twisted my body to avoid it. At that moment, someone pushed the door open. They carried a rectangular object wrapped in black cloth. Then they placed it beside me. “Who are you guys? And what is this?” The men carrying the object ignored Brandon, bowing respectfully to me. I waved them off, signaling they could leave. One of them said, “My superiors believe you shouldn’t dirty your hands with such worthless people.” I nodded, indicating I understood. Brandon, seeing them leave, chased after them, cursing a few times. Then he returned, pointing a finger at my nose, demanding, “Those were your lovers, weren’t they?” “How utterly disgusting. You’re just a slut through and through.” I ignored him, pulling back the black cloth. A vibrant red coffin came into view. Under their astonished gazes, I chuckled softly, speaking as if coaxing a three-year-old child. “The hunting game begins now. Welcome to hell!” “Are you insane!” Brandon snapped back, his face darkening as he approached. “What’s the meaning of bringing a coffin to my dad’s birthday?”
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