Suffering Inhuman Tortures From the Fake Heiress

At the birthday party, the fake daughter who was cutting the cake suddenly slashed her face with a knife, then knelt down and begged me with blood all over her face.

"Renesmee, look! I've become so ugly now, please don't let me sleep with those men anymore, okay ...."

"I will listen to you and leave this house. I will never steal the love of Mom, Dad and Reagan from you anymore!"

My parents and brother were shocked and furious as soon as they heard this. They announced in public that they would discipline me, Renesmee Muller, their real daughter and sister and sent me to a training center.

I was beaten with sticks and electric shocks, forced to drink urine and eat stale food and even subjected to more than a dozen coaches' rounds of "discipline".

A year later, my whole family remembered me.

I knelt down with fear in my eyes and laid on the ground, imitating the barking of a dog skillfully.

"I know I’m wrong, please punish your Puppy gently ...."

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Just as I walked out of the training center with trembling legs, my brother leaned against the black car and stared at me.

In this moment, I had already been washed up and changed back into the dress I was wearing when I came to the training center.

There was no evidence of any abuse suffered over the year.

They forced me to eat all kinds of weight-gaining agents in advance when they knew my family would pick me up.

I also hired a special effects makeup artist to cover up all the scars on my body.

Seeing that I still did not call him "master" and still had the indifferent and unresponsive expression, my brother, Reagan Muller, frowned and grabbed my arm.

"What? You knew I was coming to pick you up, so you deliberately dawdled inside and made me wait for two hours?"

"Renesmee, are you still so arrogant? Haven't you stayed in the training center long enough?"

Seeing his angry face and listening to the threats in his words,

My pupils suddenly shrank and I reflexively withdrew my arm, my face pale.

I knelt at my brother's feet with a thud.

I started trembling and begging for mercy.

"I'm sorry, Master. I made you unhappy ...."

"Your shoes are dirty again. I'll lick them clean for you ...."

I crawled to his shoes on my knees and numbly stuck out my tongue to lick them.

Reagan suddenly jerked his foot away and took a step back, staring at me in disgust.

"Renesmee, are you sick?"

His gaze was frightening like a cold-blooded venomous snake, making me tremble all over.

I recalled the dark experience of being locked up in the training center.

It meant he was going to punish me, the "Naughty Puppy".

I instinctively lifted up my skirt.

I even barked like a dog.

"Master, don't be angry. I will be good and obedient."

"I know I'm wrong, please punish your Puppy gently ...."

Reagan was shocked. He squatted down and grabbed my hand.

He violently pulled me up from the ground, his aura as dark as thunderclouds, gritted his teeth and said, "Renesmee Muller!"

"Are you still dissatisfied? That's why you're being so sarcastic and trying to provoke me?"

I was shivering and tears were welling up in my eyes.

Once I provoked others, what awaited me would be hellish torture.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please ... please don't hit me, I will be good and obedient ...."

"I admit my mistake! I was wrong! I shouldn't have hurt anyone. I do know I was wrong!"

In just a few seconds, he slapped me in the face.

"That's enough! Shut up!"

It was the first time he had hit me in three years.

If it were in the past, I would definitely slap him back.

He had no right to lift a finger against me.

But now, I just pulled my hand back in a daze and then slapped myself left and right with all my might.