After My Sister's Murder, I Went Mad

I suffer from extreme mental illness.

My sister, Ava Monroe, became a facial model to earn money for my expensive medical treatment.

She was 5’3” tall but was noticed because of her beauty by a wealthy young man by the name of Dominic Pierce with a leg obsession. He imprisoned her.

“This is the most beautiful face I’ve ever seen. If only your legs were a bit longer, I’d die with a smile.”

Ava was forced to have leg-lengthening surgery. After the operation, her legs began to rot. Dominic found her disgusting and locked her in the basement. He tortured her until she died.

I got kicked out of the mental health institute because I could not pay the medical fees. I found Dominic surrounded by beautiful women with long legs.

“Those are the prettiest legs I’ve ever seen. If only your face were a little cuter, I’d die with a smile!”

I pointed to the painting of Ava and scoffed, “What if I become her?”

Dominic was surrounded by a group of beautiful women with long legs and silky-smooth skin. He looked completely at ease, as though enveloped in blissfulness.

I focused all my attention on him.

The scent of lavender filled the air. It was similar to the smell in my own room. I eagerly took a deep breath. Only then did I begin to feel a bit calmer.

The door behind me flung open. Two muscular men in black barged in.

“Sir, we’re sorry.”

Panic flashed across their faces. Each man grabbed my hand on either side and restrained me. They tried to drag me out.

I did not attempt to break free from them. I focused my gaze on Dominic.

At that moment, I knew I must have looked pitiful. Whenever I felt bored, I practiced in front of the mirror. I learned to control every muscle in my face and focused on each small nerve.

I never understood why humans had such a wide range of expressions. They experienced sadness, pain, anger, joy, and many other things.

Just like they never understood my indifference.

But it did not matter. I could always imitate expressions perfectly. I could even fool Ava.

Dominic was deceived by my facade. He gestured for the muscular men to stop.

They obediently released me.

Dominic stood up and slowly approached me. He looked up at me.

I looked down at him and chuckled. He was shorter than 5’3”.

He was even shorter than Ava, yet he found her undesirable. He even made someone conduct leg-lengthening surgery on her. That was the most amusing thing I had ever seen.

Dominic seemed furious and embarrassed when he saw my reaction. He tiptoed to me and gripped my neck tightly.

I did not resist. I looked at him in sorrow as my face turned red.

I learned that from books. Sometimes, appearing weak could be the most effective weapon.

Sure enough, Dominic smirked before loosening his grip on my neck.

“Very good. I like her.”

With that, I was taken into his mansion.

It was exactly how Ava had been taken there.

Every time Ava visited me, I would observe every inch of her flawless face.

Her eyebrows, eyes, nose, lips, and features perfectly fit the golden ratio of beauty.

But I would never see her again.

I had fantasized many times about Ava’s disappearance. I would then be able to walk out of the luxurious prison that confined me.

But when she was actually gone, a strange emotion that I had never felt before stirred within my heart.

I gently rested my hands on Dominic’s neck. I could feel the pulse of his carotid artery.

With my sharp nails, I could easily cut through his skin with a simple flick of my finger. He would gasp a few times and then die, just like the wild cat I took in when I was five.

But that would be boring. Ava would not like it. So, I withdrew my hand when he kissed my lips.

The next day, I was awakened by the sound of a dog barking.

I pushed off Dominic, who was sleeping heavily on me. I put on my nightgown and went downstairs.

A massive black Presa Canario with a square head and short snout approached me. It barked furiously and seemed ready to pounce and bite me at any moment.

I remained completely still as I stared into its eyes. The dog gradually quieted down.

It walked to my feet and rubbed against me. I reached out and patted its head. It seemed to enjoy that.

Suddenly, I heard some noise from upstairs. Dominic was coming down.

I extended my calf toward the dog’s mouth. I scraped it against its sharp teeth. Blood gushed out.

“Ow!!!” I exclaimed. I fell to the floor with a pale face.

The dog seemed confused by my sudden movement. It fixed its gaze on me. It wanted to approach but was hesitant.

I felt amused by it.

When Dominic saw my fair calf soaked in blood, he was enraged!

‘I’m sorry, doggie. You’ll join Ava very soon!’ I thought.