I accidentally crushed my sister's baby. Flattened it right into the floor. They say a child is a piece of a mother's own flesh. To make it up to her, I carved a chunk of meat from my own stomach and gave it to my sister. Less than a week later, the meat suddenly came alive. It grew eyes, a nose, and opened its mouth to call me "Mama." 1 It all started a month ago. My sister, Lisa, had been married for years. She tried everything to get pregnant, but nothing worked. With her thirtieth birthday approaching, Mom suggested she try IVF. But on her birthday, Lisa suddenly announced she had a child. The whole family was stunned. Not only because it was out of the blue, but don't you need to be pregnant to have a kid? Her stomach had been flat all year. Where did this child come from? Lisa shook her head mysteriously and brought out a thermal container from her room. It was about the size of a hamster cage, lined with gauze and cotton. In the center lay a piece of meat, the size of a palm. Lisa tapped gently on the box, her voice soft: "Dolly, Grandma and Auntie are here to see you!" Mom and I exchanged looks. We both thought she’d lost her mind. But then, the meat moved. It wiggled toward the glass lid. Looking closer, I saw two slits on the surface. They opened slightly, revealing what looked exactly like eyes, staring straight at us. I screamed, nearly falling off my chair. Lisa smiled. She scooped the meat up in her hands and held it out to us like a treasure. "Mom, Sis, look! Isn't Dolly cute?" Mom was terrified, covering her mouth with trembling hands. "Lisa... don't scare me like this..." 2 Lisa's face darkened instantly. "Mom, what do you mean? Do you think I'm crazy?" Mom didn't answer, just silently wiped her tears. Lisa turned to me. "Sis, do you think so too?" Before I could speak, she put the meat back in the box and sat down coldly. "I know you don't believe me, but I paid a lot of money for this method!" Lisa told us it was a secret folk ritual. You cut a piece of flesh from your stomach and feed it with fresh blood. The meat will gradually grow into the shape of a child, looking exactly like you. "You know how much I've suffered trying to get pregnant all these years. Now I finally have a child. Even if she's a monster, I accept it!" Tears streamed down Lisa's face as she spoke. Seeing this, the meat actually pushed open the lid and jumped out, excitedly trying to wipe Lisa's tears while constantly crying, "Mama." Mom and I were dumbfounded. Mom swallowed her words, sighed, and decided not to stop her. As her sister, I couldn't really interfere either, so we let it be. But after dinner, Lisa pulled me aside. "Sis, my husband Mark is coming back tonight. I'm afraid he won't accept the child right away. Can you take care of her for a while?" Mark was a traditional guy. Years of infertility had cooled their marriage. Since Lisa didn't work and didn't control the finances, she was always careful around him. Seeing my hesitation, she held up a finger. "I calculated it. In just one week, she'll grow into a normal-looking baby. I'll take her back then!" "Sis, please, for the sake of my marriage, help me!" 3 I was soft-hearted, so I agreed. I took the ball of meat home. Following instructions, I had to feed it every night before bed. I filled a baby bottle with the fresh blood Lisa had prepared, fought back my nausea, and took out the meat. It sat there obediently. Smooth surface. Feeling it in my hand, it reminded me of a raw meatball from the supermarket. But just as I was about to offer the bottle, the meat opened its eyes! The eyes took up almost its entire body. The pupils were slit and long, like a painted pattern. Disgusting and terrifying. I shuddered and instinctively let go. The meat seemed to hit the floor, and just as I apologized and bent to pick it up, the power went out! I fumbled in the dark to flip the breaker, but when the lights came back on, the meat was gone. "Dolly! Dolly, where are you? Auntie didn't mean to drop you!" I called out several times with no response. When I bent down, I saw what looked like a smear of blood on the sole of my shoe. A bad feeling spread in my chest. No way. No way. I chanted internally as I slowly lifted my foot. In that moment, my blood ran cold. "Dolly" was stuck to the sole of my shoe. The shape was gone, mashed into a paste of blood and raw meat. It was completely crushed. And those slit eyes were flattened, printed onto the smooth floor, still staring straight at me. I had trampled Dolly to death. My mind went blank. My legs gave out, and I collapsed on the floor. 4 The summer night was stifling. Soon, the smell of blood filled the air. Like a zombie, I carried my slipper to the bathroom, scrubbed Dolly into the toilet, and mopped up the eye on the floor. Just as I finished, Lisa called. The ringtone sounded like a death knell, sharp and piercing. I picked up the phone nervously, hesitated for a long time, and finally pressed answer. Lisa's cheerful voice came through: "Sis, is Dolly settling in okay? Can we video chat so I can see her?" Staring at the pile of meat in the toilet, I lied instinctively. "She... she's asleep." "Oh, okay. We'll talk tomorrow then. You get some sleep too." Lisa didn't press further. Just as she was about to hang up, I stopped her, my heart pounding. "Wait! Can you... tell me the secret method? I have a friend who's been trying to conceive for years. She wants to try it too!" My back was drenched in cold sweat. I knew I should tell the truth. But I also knew how important this child was to Lisa. If she knew I flattened her baby, she might actually kill me. The only way out was to use the next week to make another Dolly! Silence on the other end. My heart was in my throat, terrified she'd notice something wrong. Luckily, Lisa didn't think much of it and agreed quickly. "Sure. I'll send you the Master's number. Just contact him." The signal was bad; she had to repeat herself twice. I couldn't help asking, "Where are you? Why is the signal so bad?" She sighed. "Mark called an hour ago saying he was in the basement parking garage, but he hasn't come up yet. I came down to look for him." As soon as she finished speaking, I heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by Lisa's terrified scream. 5 My heart tightened. "What happened?!" The call cut off. I tried calling back, but it wouldn't connect. I had a bad feeling, but I didn't have time to guess. They were coming to pick up Dolly in a week. I was running out of time. Early the next morning, I contacted the so-called "Master." He seemed to expect me and just gave me an address before hanging up. It was a remote mountain village. I drove all day. By evening, I finally saw the old red brick house from the address. I gathered my courage and knocked. After a few knocks, a wrinkled face appeared in the crack of the door. "Who are you looking for?" His voice sounded like broken bellows. His cloudy, gray eyes looked me up and down. "A friend sent me. I want the potion that makes meat babies." I answered honestly. He paused for a moment, then said abruptly, "Didn't you come last week?" I froze. He must have mistaken me for Lisa. We were sisters, and people always said we looked alike. That was why I dared to try this deception. A child made from my flesh should look similar enough to one made from hers. I didn't explain. "There was an accident. I want to buy another bottle." The old man looked at me for a moment, went inside, and came back with a bottle of pitch-black liquid. "$5,000 a bottle. Same instructions as before." I quickly handed over the cash envelope but stopped him before he closed the door. "Um... what were the instructions again? I forgot. Can you tell me one more time?" 6 The old man sighed and came back, lowering his raspy voice: "When you get home, soak a towel in the potion and apply it to your stomach for five hours. When the area feels numb, you can cut the meat." "After cutting, feed it blood for the first week. Once the mouth and teeth grow, you can feed it normal food." "The smaller the child, the deeper the connection to the mother. Watch it constantly to prevent accidents that could harm the mother." "Finally, if you notice the child growing faster than you, destroy it immediately. Or something terrible will happen!" I was confused. "What terrible thing?" The old man gave me a complicated look but didn't answer directly. He just left me with one sentence. "You'll know when the time comes." Back in the car, staring at the black potion, that last sentence kept replaying in my head. Does that mean a child made this way might not stay with you forever? What's the point of such a short companionship? But since Lisa had been here, she must have known the rules and accepted them. I pushed the thought aside and drove home. That night, I followed the instructions and cut a piece of flesh, nurturing it in a glass box. The next few days went smoothly. The meat ball grew day by day. Maybe because I fed it so often, it grew faster than I expected. But strangely, Lisa hadn't called since that night. It was good for avoiding exposure, at least. A week passed. The meat ball had developed all facial features and even limbs. Looking closely, it had the shape of a human. And it looked just like Dolly.
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