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I Tamed the Monster He Sent

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 810    |    Released on: 06/06/2025

to appease Old John.

at first, when I wasn't looking. Then deep

need to send him to a trainer,

ou. What are you doin' to him behind our backs, huh? You try to

ume, Izzy? Or... or maybe we should get him neutered? I heard tha

fume. I agreed to the

et appointment,

he house, cal

ophia. A shriek

her room. Blood

was gone. Mangled. Fl

nightmare. Every bump, I thought the

anesthesia. They had to stit

rses cried. I held her hand, my own body num

r with a no-questions-asked euthanasia poli

e him. "I'll make sure he gets there,"

ad stopped for a bathroom break, he claimed. Thu

ong. Too c

sleep, I pulled up the security camera footage. We

he left with Thunder. He was

't be a real dog anymore. She's doing it to spite you, boy. I'd keep you, but...

ing towards

od ran

ack further.

I s

w nights before S

eeping into

a, covering the lens with

ens was cl

r her crib, his pan

h, landing on h

as empty, then dry-heaved unt

e didn't make excuses for his father.

house, the car, everything

o my mother's old place, a small, somewhat isolated cottage on the outskirts of

eleased from the hospital. Her

kept looking at her in the re

I carried he

y, Thunder explode

, his teeth snappi

e, dragged S

dy on the floor. A pool of

d to s

e door shut with his body and n

rned towar

hance, I knew what

the library the next day. S

rted maki

cottage. It was

ew, high-definition, motion-activ

, I checked

a familiar tr

him around the cottage, letting him s

door, pointing, whispering

g Thunder. For

like

time, I w

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“The last thing I saw was Thunder's bloodied jaws, closing in on me. My daughter, Sophia, lay broken a few feet away, already gone. Pain, then darkness. Then, with a gasp, I bolted upright, my heart hammering like a drum. I was back on the same rough porch, facing the same smug smirk of Old John. At the end of his chain was Thunder, the Australian Cattle Dog who had butchered my child and me. "Heard you were back in town, Isabella," Old John rasped, his voice a cruel mockery of a welcome. "Brought you a little housewarming gift," he added, pulling the chain as Thunder whined, straining to reach me, just like that first time. The memory crashed over me: Thunder's lunge, the searing agony as his teeth tore my thigh, the hot gush of blood, and then, Sophia's petrified screams followed by chilling silence as he turned to her. Old John had known my paralyzing fear of dogs, yet he had specifically brought this hulking beast to torment me. He had laughed when I pleaded, ignoring the danger, using the dog as his personal weapon. Every horrifying detail, every agonizing moment of Sophia's brutal death and my own demise, flooded my mind with chilling clarity. But this time, as Thunder lunged forward once more, I forced my trembling legs to stop. No. Not again. This time, things would be different.”
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