After Losing the Sense of Pain
Language: en
My adoptive father lured me outside and deliberately left me in front of a crazed fighting dog. The dog's teeth severed nerves, and with them, all sensation of pain. After that, I grew even quieter, like a doll that only knew how to follow orders. When my birth parents finally found me and brought me home, the girl who had taken my place wouldn't let me in. She held a fruit knife to her own wrist. "If she sets one foot inside, I'll die right here!" Tears streamed down her face, but the blade had barely broken the skin. Expressionless, I walked over and took the knife. "Let me help you with…