Winter barked, jumped up and knocked the cup over. The cup fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Zevanka was afraid of the puppy jumped up to her, so she stepped on those fragments with her bare feet.
For a moment, sharp screams echoed through the night sky.
The floor of the bedroom was covered in blood. She kept shouting in pain and her crying never stopped.
"Jessica!"
Cornelius' eyes were bloodshot and his pair of resentful eyes fell on me and then followed me to Winter.
That gaze seemed to want to tear our tendons and skin us alive.
An ominous premonition arose and I rushed over to hug Winter, but Cornelius snacthed it first.
He lifted the dog with one hand, full of murderous intent.
"This dog is just like its owner, it really tired of living."
"Cornelius, let it go!"
I pulled his hand and tried to reach it, but the man was a head taller than me and I could not reach it even if I jumped up.
"I beg you not to harm it."
I begged him with sobs.
In countless nights without Cornelius and in the nights when I was sad for Cornelius, it was Winter who accompanied me.
Winter was strangled by the neck and in his hands, it went from barking in the beginning to whimpering later.