The big, monstrous dog is staring at me intently, its eyes filled with hunger and aggression. "Doggy... good boy," I say, trying to be calm and soothe the dog. "Doggy, I am not food... Doggy... Doggy!!" But my words have no effect. The dog doesn't calm down; instead, it starts to chase me.

I run as fast as I can, but the dog is faster, truly fast. Panic rises within me as I realize I can't outrun this creature. "Nooooooo! Somebody help me!" I scream, desperation lacing my voice as I search desperately for any way to escape the clutches of the relentless beast.

"Ackkkkk!" I cry out as the creature captures me, my voice filled with terror and desperation.

Then it starts to bite into my back, sharp teeth sinking into my flesh with a sickening crunch, sending waves of excruciating pain radiating through my body.

I try to move around, desperately attempting to free myself from its grasp. With trembling hands, I grasp onto its fur, trying to bring it down, but it only gives me a fleeting moment to see its front before it attacks again, aiming to bite my face.

I struggle with all my might to stop it, but it's too strong, too powerful. The pain intensifies as its jaws clamp down on me relentlessly, and I can feel the warm, metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. Desperation floods through me as I realize the direness of my situation, fighting against the overwhelming force of the monstrous creature.

"Noooooo" I scream in agony, feeling its teeth sink into my flesh. In a desperate attempt to push it back, I inadvertently place my hands on its open mouth, feeling the sharp pressure of its jaws closing around them. The pain is excruciating, but fueled by adrenaline and fear, I muster all my strength to push against the creature, fighting to free myself from its grasp.

But slowly, I feel my energy waning as blood gushes out from my back, the cold air sending shivers through my body. I can't die like this... No, no! Every breath becomes a struggle as darkness edges into my vision, threatening to engulf me entirely.

The dog slowly gains the upper hand as it bites down on my hands completely, the pain searing through my body like fire. I feel helpless, powerless to fight back against the relentless assault. Each bite feels like a crushing blow, draining the last remnants of my strength. My vision blurs, and the world fades into a haze of agony and despair.

I can feel my body being torn to pieces, the sensation of being eaten alive overwhelming me. Yes, I am dying, dying without having done anything... I'm sorry, Mom," I whisper through tears, my voice choked with emotion as I succumb to the darkness, my consciousness slipping away into oblivion.

"I am eaten alive, my existence reduced to scattered remnants. No one knows of my demise; no tears will be shed, and I will fade into obscurity, forgotten by all. If I had died in that moment, would my future suffering have been spared? It's a haunting thought, one that fills me with a sense of foreboding. Perhaps in death, there would be respite from the relentless torment that awaits me. Yet, even as I contemplate the abyss that lies ahead, I can't shake the feeling that my path is destined to be fraught with sorrow. Despite the life given to me, I already know my story. I am destined to be one of sadness and despair."

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"But amidst the remnants of my existence, something unexpected happens. A pulsating sensation emanates from one small fragment, growing stronger with each beat. Suddenly, it begins to morph and change, sprouting vines, organs, bones, blood, and skin until it forms a complete body. A heart begins to beat, breathing life into the once lifeless form. It's as though the gods themselves have intervened, orchestrating a miraculous resurrection from the very remains of my demise. And just like that, I am sent back to the land of the living, reborn from the depths of despair."

I huff, gasping for air, trying to make sense of what just happened. The pain surges through my body, aching and pulsating with an intensity that leaves me trembling. Frantically, I run my hands over my body, searching for any sign of injury, but there are no scratches or wounds to be found. Confusion clouds my mind as I struggle to comprehend what has transpired, the tingling sensation adding to my bewilderment. As I pant heavily, each breath ragged and desperate, it feels as though I've just escaped the depths of hell itself. What's more I am naked.

As the memories flood back, I realize with horror what had happened—I was eaten alive! Looking around, I see the remnants of the gruesome ordeal scattered across the ground. The dog is long gone, but the bloodstains and bits of flesh remain, a stark reminder of the nightmare I endured. My stomach churns, and bile rises in my throat at the sight of the grisly scene before me. The existence of such carnage fills me with revulsion, and I have to fight the urge to vomit as I come to terms with the reality of what I've just experienced.

But how am I alive? I rack my brain, searching for an answer, but it eludes me. How could I have survived being eaten alive? The question gnaws at me, tormenting my thoughts as I grapple with the inexplicable twist of fate that has spared me from certain death. It's a mystery that defies logic, leaving me bewildered and unsettled as I struggle to make sense of the impossible.

I gather some fresh leaves to cover my naked body, grateful for even the slightest semblance of modesty as I set out in search of help. With heightened caution, I make my way towards the imposing building ahead, my senses on high alert for any signs of danger. Upon reaching the structure, I notice clothes hanging nearby and quickly seize them, grateful for the opportunity to clothe myself. Clad in borrowed garments, I press on, determined to find someone who can provide answers to the questions that plague my mind.

My heart lurches in my chest as I catch sight of the dog—the very same creature that had devoured me alive. Blood stains its fur, its mouth still smeared with remnants of my flesh. But instead of the usual signs of aggression, it stares at me intently, its gaze cold and calculating. It's as though I'm nothing more than prey, ready to be hunted and consumed once again. A shiver runs down my spine as I realize that my ordeal is far from over, and I steel myself for whatever danger lies ahead.

"What are you looking at there?"

A soldier-like figure emerges from the building, his presence commanding attention.

"Help, sir!! Help! This dog is trying to eat me!"

I shout desperately, reaching out to the newcomer for assistance. Relief washes over me at the sight of potential aid, grateful that help has finally arrived.