Chapter 1The Flower in the Slaughterhouse

I was being bullied.

My bullies threatened to come to my house.

I begged them not to.

Because they didn't know that I am the only normal person in my family.

My father is a serial killer.

My mother is a psychopath.

My brother is a sociopath.

And me? I'm just a delicate, innocent little flower.

* * *

I returned home with a heavy heart.

My father opened the door.

He was wearing an apron, smiling gently.

"Hungry? Dad made you some snacks."

The smile on his face deepened.

But I felt a chill run down my spine.

Dad's apron was splattered with mottled bloodstains.

Fresh blood.

Clearly, it had just sprayed onto him.

Dad followed my horrified gaze downwards, then laughed: "Ah... accidentally got the apron dirty again. Your mom is going to scold me later."

Trembling, I took off my shoes and walked inside.

Tied to a chair was a young woman.

Her hair was messy, her face covered in blood and grime, and her lips were sewn together with thread.

Seeing me enter, she made excited whimpering sounds, casting a pleading look my way.

I shuddered and looked away.

"This lady left her five-year-old daughter outside while she went fooling around with men.

"That poor child was crushed by a car into a bloody mess. Imagine how painful her last moments were?"

Dad said softly.

I sat stiffly on the sofa, not daring to look in that direction.

Soon, shrill screams rang out.

The woman's agonized screams lasted for over ten minutes before gradually fading.

Dad took off his glasses, wiped the blood from the lenses, and smiled at me: "Lily, Dad is going to chop this lady into pieces now. It might be a bit unappetizing, so go to your room."

With permission, I ran to my room as fast as I could.

Behind me, I heard Dad sigh.

I heard him mutter, "Why is this child's personality nothing like ours?"

At this moment, my legs were weak and trembling.

I was covered in cold sweat.

This wasn't the first time I'd seen Dad kill someone.

The first time was when I was five.

Dad slit a man's throat right in front of my terrified eyes.

He said the man had abused his wife for years, driving her to jump off a building.

But the man received no punishment.

So, Dad decided to punish him personally.

I took a deep breath, finally managing to calm down.

But what made me most nervous was tomorrow night.

The group who bullied me everyday was coming to my house.

Just thinking of their faces made my stomach cramp in pain.

I had begged them many times not to come.

But they grabbed my hair, slapped me a few times, and laughed, saying they wanted to see what kind of family raised a bug like me.

But they had no idea... no one who entered my house ever came out alive.