Chapter 44 War of Child and Dog

"Woo.." Bella curled up in the corner, its head so dizzy it could not stand straight.

It gazed up at Norman with beady eyes, its pitiful expression as if begging him, "Please let me go, I'm just a sad little dog, it's not my fault I was born looking like this, I'm innocent..."

...

Norman sighed again, his hand still holding the thing Bella feared.

He then squatted down, hand nearing Bella while he muttered,

"Be good, Asof. Grandma said Dad doesn't like you because you're ugly. As a fighting dog, you need some integrity to your appearance you know. Dad isn't home often because he doesn't want to see you either, so I need to help you so he comes back...come on Asof, I'll be gentle.."

Bella watched helplessly as the terrifying object in Norman's hand approached it bit by bit—

Its trembling body retreated into the corner until there was no room left.

"Awoo! Awoo...!" It cried as if say, "Help me! He's going to kill me!"