The Dog He Made Me Become

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I was the mistress Victor Hales fiance chose for him.

After I found out the secret, Victor locked me in a dog cage and said, Spreading your legs for me is the only reason you exist.

Victor, its been three years, and youre serious about that mute?

Victor leaned back on the booth sofa, looking careless. I got tired of women, so I changed tastes for a while. Besides, your future sister-in-law chose him herself. Hes mute, and he cant get pregnant. Perfect to keep around.

My steps toward him froze, and my face went deathly pale.

So I was only the tool his fiance had chosen for him to vent his desire.

No wonder a rich heir like him had chased after me so relentlessly.

They gathered together, laughing wildly and mocking how stupid and easy to fool I was.

Ethan choked from laughing and coughed again and again, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes. Does that mute make noise when you fuck him hard? Hahaha. He came out of an orphanage looking all malnourished. Can he even feel as good as a woman?

Victor propped up his face, not caring about my privacy at all. He cant make a sound. When I fuck him hard, he just cries. So delicate. He signs for me to be gentler, and I pretend I dont understand.

He paused, then clicked his tongue. But his waist is slim. If I just hold his waist and fuck him, its no different from a woman. I just dont look anywhere else.

I curled my fingers, and my nails sank into my palm with a sharp sting.

I had never imagined that the lover I had been with for three years would say such humiliating things about me.

He casually exposed the intimacy between us and let those awful friends use it for entertainment.

Although his face had not changed at all, I could barely believe he was the person who had shared my bed day and night.

I wanted so badly to rush up and question him, and I hated myself for not being able to speak.

If I could, I would have screamed at Victor like a madman.

The perfect lover who had slept beside me for three years had turned into a beast wearing human skin.

How was I supposed to accept that?

Is he easy to coax? You dont have to put in too much effort, right? Ethan asked again.

Hearing that question, Victor thought for a moment. Easy.

I randomly picked a few flowers from the ones your future sister-in-law threw away and gave them to him. He loved them so much he dried them and pressed them into a frame. He even put it in the most noticeable spot.

That night, he was very eager and very obedient.

That was the first bouquet of flowers I had ever received.

I treasured it like something precious, never imagining it was just trash someone else did not want.

It had been charity tossed to me.

Sounds pretty nice, Ethan said, taking a drink. Lend him to me sometime.

Victor lifted his eyes. You want him even after hes been gangbanged?

In an instant, everything went silent.

I could not believe what I had heard.

Sure enough, the closer someone was to you, the better they knew where to stab for it to hurt the most.

The dark past from the orphanage pried my skull open again, as if countless large hands were groping all over my body, choking my neck, grabbing my wrists, and using filthy, disgusting words to humiliate me again and again.

Victor had promised me that he would never tell anyone.

Liar.

The taste of blood surged in my throat, and my old trauma relapsed beyond my control.

I lost my balance, bumped into something beside me, and it crashed to the floor with a loud bang.

Victor and the others were drawn by the sound and looked over.

They did not see anyone.

Controlling my trembling hands and legs, I almost fled in a panic.

It was too pathetic. I looked far too pathetic.

My breathing shook, and my hands and feet were ice-cold. I hid in a blind spot outside their line of sight and covered my mouth tightly, not wanting them to notice the sound of my breathing. Tears rolled down one after another.

Since things had already come to this, I would not put myself at a disadvantage anymore.

I did not know how I made it home.

Inside the cozy house, my gaze swept over every corner, and I felt like I could not even breathe.

Victors traces were everywhere here, without a single empty space.

The things I had bought for him, the things we had bought together, and the keepsakes from special memories all sat quietly where they had always been, as if showing me just how ridiculous I was.

I leaned against the door, all the strength leaving my body, and I did not even have the courage to step inside, so I slid weakly down.

I had been too naive, and I should have guessed long ago that Victors intentions were not pure.

But faced with love that burned so fiercely, I had still fallen.

I had thought I had finally been loved.

By the time I climbed up from the floor, the sky was already bright.

Victor came home smelling of alcohol and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

His voice was the same as always, full of attachment and tenderness. Dont cook. Ill take you out to eat. Youre busy with work every day, running around all the time, and your waist has gotten so slim.

His hot palm pressed against my waist and stomach, as if he truly cared about me.

But what echoed in my ears was what Victor had said last night.

I turned around, broke free from his embrace, and raised my bloodshot eyes to look at Victor.

(Isnt a slim waist good, like a woman?)

I signed slowly.

The danger in Victors eyes flashed past, and then he raised his hand to touch my face.

What woman? My Noah doesnt need to be like anyone.

I brushed his hand away, turned the picture frame with the dried flowers face down, and smashed it hard onto the counter.

The glass shattered into pieces, like my heart.

I had stitched it up all night, and now blood was still dripping from it.

Victor frowned. Noah, what are you doing?

I only looked at him, grabbed the dried flowers from the shards of glass into my palm, and crushed them all.

Just like our past.

That hand slowly opened in front of Victors eyes, and the dried flower fragments drifted down.

(I dont want trash someone else threw away either.)

(Were over.)

Glass shards were embedded in my palm, and it hurt when I signed.

But I thought nothing could hurt more than my heart.

When I carved Victor and these three years out of myself alive, I felt like I was going to die the next second.

I had never been indecisive, and even through the pain, I wanted to cut Victor off completely.

Victor withdrew his smile, and there was no expression on his face. Perhaps this was his true self.

Dangerous, cold, and without the slightest tenderness in the way he looked at me.

It was as if he were examining an object that had become useless.

It must have been exhausting for him to pretend in front of me all this time.

Victor said flatly, The person who knocked something over at the bar last night was you?

I nodded.

(Mr. Hale, I wish you and your fiance both lose the ones you love forever.)

A happy life together was too beautiful for people like them.

People who played with sincerity deserved a bad ending.

I pushed Victor away and moved around him to leave.

Victor grabbed my wrist with shocking strength, almost crushing it.

Noah Reed, dont take my favor for granted. His voice was cold, and this was the first time he had ever spoken to me in that tone. I give you the love you want, and you stay by my side. Isnt it good for both of us to get what we need?

I pulled my hand back, and even one more touch from him made me feel dirty. (I dont want it anymore.)

I dragged the suitcase I had packed long ago, and most of what was inside was my clothing.

Everything connected to Victor had been abandoned by me in this house.

Victor stood where he was and spoke calmly.

Noah Reed, if you step through that door, were really done.

Ill burn everything here, and Ill sell the house too.

Nothing from our three years will be left.

Victor only thought I was throwing a tantrum.

After all, he had always believed I was soft and easy to control.

I looked at him, and though my fingertips trembled, I had never been more determined.

(I dont want any of it, including you.)

That was exactly what I wanted.

Destroy everything here. That was exactly what I wanted.

Their existence reminded me every moment of how ridiculous and filthy these three years had been.

Those sweet memories from the past would keep slicing me apart, and thinking of them now only made me sick.

I could live better after leaving Victor.

Before I could step out of the door, Victor grabbed my wrist.

He pinned me against the wall and choked me with one hand, just like the men in my nightmares. Noah Reed, you never had the right to end this. Cant you just pretend nothing happened and you dont know anything?

Or was I too gentle with you before? Do you like being passed around that much?

Victors hand tightened more and more.

The suffocating feeling of my brain being deprived of oxygen terrified me, and my lungs twisted in unbearable pain.

My vision blurred, and I could not see his twisted, icy face clearly.

Tears spilled out like they cost nothing and dropped onto his hand.

Victor seemed to wake up and loosened his grip, and I thought I had escaped disaster.

But immediately after, a rough, burning kiss fell on me, like a beast gnawing at my lips.

His large hand stroked my neck, and I was forced to raise my head and endure it.

Victor pressed against my ear, his voice as cold as shards of ice. You dont want me? Noah Reed, what right do you have to say that? A used-up slut like you would not even be wanted by a beggar if you stepped out of this door.

Stay obediently by my side and spread your legs for me. That is the only reason you exist.

He flipped me around and pressed me hard against the wall.

I only felt my legs go cold as he tore off my pants.

Victor drove into me roughly, and the tearing pain made my whole body tremble.

The table, the bed, the carpeteverywhere was covered with traces of my abuse.

He gripped the back of my neck and forced me to kneel on the carpet like a bitch, my cheek pressed tightly against the floor.

Starting today, you will kneel like this every day and wait for me to come home.

Someone will bring a companion to keep you company soon. I hope you like it.