"You wretch, you dead girl, who told you to open the refrigerator, disturbing the fox fairy's rest. Watch me beat you to death, you worthless thing." My mom rushed in like a madwoman and slammed the refrigerator door shut.

Through the nearly closed door, I saw the purple sable smirk at me.

This time, I firmly believed it wasn't my imagination. It did smile, but it's made of clay, how could it smile?

Instantly, my hair stood on end. I turned to see my mom continuously scolding me with her mouth opening and closing, fists pounding my back with a thud thud sound.

I didn't have time to feel the pain, only feeling eerie and terrifying.

She looked especially...with her red lips and white teeth, her skin seemed much smoother, she even looked somewhat attractive.

"Mom, you're making so much noise, what if you disturb the fox fairy?"

"Right, right, dead girl, don't touch the refrigerator, quickly skin and chop up the rat, don't bother cooking it, your sister is hungry, she loves this."

I looked at the rat in the cage in the corner, squeaking as it ate the rotting vegetable leaves. My stomach churned, feeling like throwing up.

How could my sister eat this?

"Mom, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

"Hungry, I'm hungry, bring food quickly."

My sister roared outside, her voice unusually harsh and unpleasant, completely different from her usual gentle demeanor.

"Hey, hey, coming, my good little darling."

My mom shoved me aside disdainfully, then deftly pulled out five fat rats from the cage.

With a swift cut of the knife, she expertly skinned them, blood dripping into the plate and carried outside.

Raw meat? I was stunned, even if tastes changed during pregnancy, it shouldn't become so bizarre and inhumane.

I quickly chased after her.

My sister sat at the dining table, staring intently as my mom brought out the rat meat, her eyes gleaming eagerly. I even saw drool dripping from her mouth.

Before my mom could put the plate down, my sister took it and gobbled it up, blood dripping down her chin.

It fell on her swollen belly, staining her white nightgown with a bright red bloody mess.

This dish of rat meat must weigh at least seven or eight catties, but it was finished in less than two minutes, even the bones chewed to bits and swallowed.

My sister handed the plate back to my mom, eagerly indicating she wanted more.

My mom beamed with joy, instructing me to quickly prepare food for my sister.

"Eat more, eat more so that my grandson will grow up good."

"Sister, would you like me to cook the food for you?"

"I want to eat rabbit, I want it raw, cooked food is disgusting."

I whispered to my sister, but she looked at me coldly and menacingly.

My mom violently slapped the back of my head, pushing me into the kitchen to get busy.

The morning passed in a blur of killing rabbits, chickens, and rats, skinning and plucking feathers. The kitchen was full of live poultry, at least over a hundred catties of meat, most of which were eaten by my sister.

She ate raw eggs one after another, even swallowing the shells in her haste.

My dad's bedroom door was closed all morning, my mom said he was sleeping and not to disturb him.

In the afternoon, my mom sent me to the market to buy live poultry, saying to pick out the fattest chickens and rabbits for my sister to eat.

If I couldn't find any rats, I should buy something else and keep an eye on it.

I stood downstairs, holding a few hundred yuan in my hand, feeling that they were all very abnormal, but at the moment I was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

I didn't care about anyone else, but I worried about my sister. I didn't want her to turn into a monster.

When my mom was pregnant, everyone said it was a girl, but my sister insisted it was a boy and wouldn't let my mom abort the baby.

When the baby was born a girl, my sister was beaten by my dad, saying she shouldn't have listened to her. It was only because my sister intervened that they didn't throw me out.

My sister went up the mountain to sell medicinal herbs and met my brother-in-law.

Deep in the mountains, my brother-in-law raped my sister when she was barely twenty and hadn't received an education. Faced with such a situation, she could only cry at home.

My parents were afraid of a bad impact and didn't want the news to spread, fearing it would affect my sister's ability to haggle for a good price. At such a young and pretty age, it was a time for bargaining.

They refused to report to the police, and even blamed my sister for being too good-looking, like a fox spirit. Could she not have seduced men into acting on her?