Pointless's Book
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The Monster Within
I lay on the large bed, my hollow eyes staring at the crystal lamp above. He walked over gently, but his eyes were bloodshot as he fixed his gaze on me. "Be good, eat this." A bowl of light millet porridge steamed in front of me, mixed with the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine. I weakly turned my head away to look elsewhere. I vaguely remembered the time he was sick when I personally fed him a bowl of millet porridge. Monster! If I had known he would go insane to this extent, I would never have let him off the hook back then. I must ensure he meets a terrible end.