The puppy's pitiful howls pierced my heart.
Sitting in the car, I kept yelling at the driver to drive faster and telling Isaac, [If you dare hurt my dog, I will never let you get away with this!]
Isaac didn't respond.
I was frantic. When I arrived at the apartment complex, I saw a photo Alma posted on her Instagram—a scene of blood everywhere, with the caption, [Beasts should disappear forever.]
My blood seemed to freeze. After repeatedly entering the wrong password, I pounded on the door, shouting.
"Isaac, open the door!" I screamed, pounding on the door like a madman. "If you don't open the door, I'll call the police.”
“Isaac!"
The door opened.
I saw Isaac, wearing the pajamas from the video, calmly facing me and asking, "Anna, do you know you're wrong?"
The pungent smell of blood filled my nostrils.
My whole body trembled uncontrollably.
Seeing Alma, who had reverted to her timid self behind Isaac, I completely lost it.
I shoved Isaac aside, grabbed Alma by the hair, slammed her head against the wall and yelled, "Who gave you permission to touch my dog?!"
"Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner. Who do you think you are?!"
Alma, her eyes red and swollen, cried out, "That dog tried to bite me. Since it tried to bite me, I hit him to defend myself!"
Alma screamed, "Isaac, I'm so scared. Please save me!"
Hearing Alma's voice, I remembered how she would always feign pitifulness in front of Isaac and then send me taunting voice messages.
"Anna, see that? Between you and me, you'll always be the loser."
"Isaac only cares about me, not you."
Back then, I stubbornly insisted on winning against Alma. That time, seeing the smug look in Alma's eyes, I slapped her across the face.
"You slut!" I raised my foot to kick her, but someone forcefully grabbed my shoulder and threw me against the wall.
A sharp pain shot through my back.
I saw Isaac tightly hugging Alma, yelling at me, "Anna, what's wrong with you?!"
"Do you know that Alma fell a couple of days ago and got a concussion? If something really happens, can you take responsibility?!"
Alma cried in his arms, her voice breaking.
“Isaac, what did I do wrong for Anna to hate me this much? The dog is just an animal… am I really worse than an animal?”
Isaac comforted her, "It's okay, don't be afraid."
His tone softened. "I'm here."
Then, he turned to me, his gaze turning cold and fierce, demanding, "Apologize to Alma now!”
"Anna, don't make me say it a second time, apologize now!"
My blood was boiling, burning my nerves, the pain making it hard to even breathe.
But when I caught a glimpse of the stiff corpse lying in the kitchen, I completely exploded.
"Isaac, I'll take your life!"
