I Gave His Sister My Blood 300 Times

After giving blood to Mason’s adoptive sister for the three-hundredth time, they still didn’t let me go.

That day, they dragged me to the hound yard. Opposite me was the giant black mastiff I feared the most.

"If you survive this, we’ll let you reunite with your parents."

The next second, the dog, hyped up on some drug, lunged at me.

With nowhere to hide, I could only let the beast tear into my flesh.

Just as I was about to lose consciousness, Mason showed up.

He ordered his men to beat the dog back, looking down at me with pure disgust.