After ignoring Connor and sleeping by herself, she suddenly felt something scratching on her door. She sat up like a zombie with dark circles in her eyes. She went to the door and opened it. She found that puppy sitting in front of her, looking up at her like a lost one. Her heart melted yet she still felt that pain. It was the exact breed of puppy that she had to kill. Suddenly, tears started rolling down her cheek and she reached the puppy, gently hugging it. She closed the door and rushed to the corner of the bed, sat on the carpet, and hugged it.
"I'm sorry," Johanna started sobbing as she remembered how she sliced the puppy's throat back when she was five years old.
"Do it!" The man's voice growled at her. "How can you protect yourself if you can't kill that animal?"
