rubbing my dog's frail naked body.

I felt Syphyllis barely moving, breathing faintly.

"I'll get us food, baby," I said,

dragging my body to lean against the wall.

My legs shook and threatened to give out.

My blood barely flowed in my veins; it felt thick, almost viscous.

"Ahem," a cough came from the door.

A young girl leaned on the door frame.

She had curly blonde hair, fair skin, and blue eyes.

I looked down at myself,

different from her: dark haired, sunburned skin, and a sickly thin figure.

I rubbed my shoulders, hiding my face.

"I have food here!" she said in a high pitched voice.

I clenched my fist.

"What nonsense are you up to, Infanta?" Each word felt like sandpaper rubbing my throat raw.

"That's no way to talk to your sister," she said, holding up a brown, medium sized paper bag and shaking it back and forth.

I pushed my head close to the wall

to keep it up while talking to her, and my legs began to burn.

The sight of the bag made my stomach growl. My mouth watered, and Syphyllis whined softly from the floor.

When she saw my pupils shaking uncontrollably,

she shook the bag again. The paper flapped with a sound.

"I'm not going to beg… never, Infanta," I said, panting.

She looked at Syphyllis, then her lips stretched into a smile.

"Poor doggy, his days are numbered," she sang as she looked at me.

Hearing her, my nails dug into my palm.

It left behind a stinging pain.

I could feel Syphyllis breathing behind me; it was faint.

Infanta just looked at me, still smiling, her eyes glassy, almost like a mannequin's.

"I just need you to tie my shoe," she said sweetly, flapping her eyelash in a high-pitched voice.

I stared at her for a few moments before bending down, shaking.

I tied her shoelace on her left foot.

She put her other leg on my back and pushed me lower to the ground.

"Arghhhh."

"Tie it properly, brother!" she shouted from above.

My knees hurt from the cold floor.

The pressure on my ribs stabbed my sides.

When I was done tying it, she removed her foot.

She laughed as I lay on the floor, heaving.

I heard the bag being opened.

She made a spitting sound before throwing the bag toward my dog.

I crawled toward it, clutching it as it wrinkled.

"We have food, baby."

I opened the bag with shaky hands, there was less than enough bread for the two of us.

I let out a deep sigh, shaking, as I put the bread on Syphyllis's mouth, patting his wrinkly, naked skin.

"It's fine, baby; we'll eat tomorrow," I said as my stomach grumbled.

He put his nose on my hand, breathing softly as he chewed slowly.

He stretched his tongue to lick my hand, and I returned the smile while rubbing his body.

"Baby, my baby," I said, patting his forehead.

Then my body convulsed, and I fell backward.

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