I was the dog bought by Young Master Sterling, the wildest one. He tormented me daily with endless enthusiasm. His wealthy, hedonistic friends loved to join in, treating me like their personal toy. One day, this mad dog bit down on Sterling's lifeline. I smiled at the stunned crowd. "If you want him to live, tell Senator Vance to come see me personally." They say Senator Vance is benevolent, a saint who loves the world, a moon in the sky too pure to be touched. I want to ask him, why has this world—specifically me, tortured by his nephew until life was worse than death—never received his mercy? Is he blind? Then I'll drag him down from his pedestal and gouge his eyes out. 1 On my first day in this world, my gambler father sold me to a high-end brothel. For five grand, he skipped away with a grin. On my first night, I was bought for a high price by Sterling Vance. Why? Because I look exactly like his "white moonlight," his lost love, Claire. Originally, I was supposed to be a warm body in his bed. But I was born with a rebellious streak; I couldn't bend my knee. I told Sterling, "If you touch me, you’re just a dirty cucumber. How could a filthy, shameless man like you ever deserve someone as pure as her?" Sterling lost it. "You? A cheap whore? You think I'd actually want you?" He didn't touch me. Instead, he treated me like a dog. He told his rich buddies he bought a new pet for everyone to play with. He locked me in a cage, made me bark for their amusement. If I didn't perform well, I didn't eat. I stayed locked inside, teeth clenched, refusing to make a sound. They dangled meat bones in front of me, cooing, "Bark once, and you get a treat." I closed my eyes and stayed silent. Sterling and his friends bet on how long I would last. His friend Tyler bet I'd break in two days. Another rich kid, Xavier, bet one day. Xavier brought a cage of snakes and held it to my face. "Scared? Just say you're scared, call me 'Big Brother,' and beg for mercy. I'll let you out." Sterling laughed lazily from the side, but his eyes held a threatening glint. He had bet on three days. I looked at the hissing snakes and closed my eyes. Xavier raised an eyebrow, opened the cage, and let the snakes slither into mine. My body went rigid, my scalp tingled, and I couldn't stop trembling. A snake crawled up my arm, cold and slimy. I looked at Sterling. A flicker of interest sparked in his eyes. I closed my eyes again until a sharp, numbing pain hit me. I was bitten. "Enough, Xavier!" The cage opened, and Xavier's servants took the snakes back. "Got a backbone, huh? Interesting." "What? Is Sterling feeling sorry for his pet?" Before I blacked out, I heard Sterling's cold voice: "Get out with your disgusting snakes." This was only the first day. I had to last three. 2 When I woke up, my arm was bandaged. My head spun. I was still in the cage. My hands were free, but my ankles were chained. Sterling sat opposite me, sipping tea. "You thought I'd let you out? Puppies stay where they belong." He smiled cruelly. Servants brought in food. Sterling ate meat and drank wine in front of me, dragging the meal out painfully. A bitter taste lingered in my mouth—they had force-fed me medicine while I was out. So I wouldn't die just yet. I closed my eyes and slept. Soon, Tyler and Xavier returned. Day two. Tyler brought a large dog. Sterling glanced at it but said nothing, implying: As long as you don't go too far. Xavier, the worst of the lot, looked at the dog, then at me. "Since they're both dogs, and Tyler's is male... why don't we let them breed?" Tyler spat out his tea, eyeing me with disgusting intent. "Blackie loves riding dogs. He hasn't ridden a human one yet." They laughed until Xavier was in tears. Friends of Sterling were all trash. Sterling, the hypocrite, tried to hold back but eventually chuckled. A wave of nausea hit me. I didn't regret rejecting him. "Take your damn dog and get out," Sterling finally said. "See? told you Sterling treasures her!" Xavier jeered. Sterling glared at him. Tyler whispered something in Sterling's ear. They muttered, eyes fixed on me, grinning maliciously. Then, another dog was brought in. A female. They put both dogs into my cage. The male dog immediately mounted the female. The cage was cramped; the dogs bumped against me repeatedly. I shrank back in disgust. Suddenly, a hand grabbed my chin, forcing my face toward the scene. "Watch closely." Sterling's grip tightened. I was forced to witness it while Sterling watched me with amusement. Pervert. I couldn't hold it back. I vomited all over Sterling's hand. Seeing his face turn green, I laughed. 3 After vomiting, Sterling threw me into "the dark room." Still in the cage. Pitch black. Leaning against the bars, I recalled the plot that had appeared in my brain when I arrived. The original owner of this body was named Rain. Born during a rainstorm. I am also named Rain. This is a melodramatic novel. Rain is the heroine. Her gambler dad sells her; Sterling, the hero, buys her. Sterling's true love, Claire, just married a prince. Heartbroken, Sterling sees Rain and thinks she's Claire. He buys her, forces himself on her. He treats her as a substitute, abuses her body and heart. Through all the humiliation, Rain falls in love with him, suffers miscarriages, and eventually leaves. Only then does Sterling realize he loves her. He chases her, more angst ensues, and they live happily ever after. Sterling, despite being trash, rises to high office. Why? Because he has an incredible uncle: Senator Vance. Vance is a legend. Honorable, unmatched, practically a saint. He is Sterling’s fear and idol. Vance is only nine years older than Sterling; he’s more like a father. Vance became a top scholar at sixteen, bringing glory to their humble family. At twenty-four, he helped the current President get elected. Now, at twenty-seven, he is the youngest Secretary of State in history, unmarried, and beloved by the people. But in less than two years, he dies of illness. Overworked and stressed from cleaning up the country's messes, he falls ill during a mission and never recovers. The President, grieving, projects his love for Vance onto Sterling, paving the way for the nephew's success. Damn plot armor. But the plot glitched. The original Rain died from a beating at the brothel. I took over. I refuse to play out this sadistic romance. I’d rather die. But this dark room... it’s torture. I don't know if I'll go mad or die first. 4 I don't know how long passed before a bucket of cold water woke me up. Light flooded in. It took a long time to focus on Sterling's disgusting, handsome face. He dragged me out. I felt dizzy and nauseous. "Vomit on me again, and I'll chop you up for dog food!" he snarled. I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes. Vaguely, I felt someone supporting me. A delicious smell filled my nose. Someone was spoon-feeding me meat porridge. It smelled so good... I ate and slowly came back to life. Then I saw Sterling holding the bowl. Ugh. He put the bowl down, surprisingly silent, and left. Once he was gone, I couldn't hold back. I devoured the rest of the porridge. This was my first real meal since arriving. Sterling had starved me, then fed me medicine. It was dawn on the third day. Sterling bet I would break on the third day. If I hadn't tasted food, maybe I could have held on. But now, having felt the warmth of a full stomach... my resolve crumbled. I couldn't hold on anymore. After I finished the bowl, I heard a scoff. Sterling walked back in, dragged me up, and threw me back in the cage. Outside, I heard Tyler and Xavier. They were here to see the result of the bet.
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