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13/02/2026

I NEVER KNEW HE WAS A DOG UNTIL I GAVE BIRTH TO OUR SON

EPISODE 1
Written by: Anusiem's Daughter

“I had no idea he was half human… half dog.”

A young girl screamed in tears as she gave birth to a child with soft fur on his arms and tiny claws instead of fingernails.
The baby cried, but his voice wasn’t normal. It sounded like a low growl—deep and disturbing.

"I never saw it coming," Naya whispered. "He was always covered in oversized clothes. We never went out together. We only met at his house, always behind closed doors."

She stared into the distance, remembering how her strange relationship with Miguel began.

Miguel had always been… different.

But he was kind, protective, strong-willed. A perfect gentleman.

He never stopped warning Naya about a certain path near the village cornfields. She thought he was just paranoid.

One day, as she left her job at a small restaurant after receiving her monthly salary, Miguel followed her quietly. He had sensed something.

That restaurant was often visited by a dangerous gang who preyed on innocent workers on payday. No one ever dared report them—they vanished before the police could act.

Miguel was a regular at the restaurant. He came once a week, always ordering roasted chicken soaked in spicy sauce. He never added sides, never removed his gloves while eating. No one questioned it—it was strange but he paid well.

“Would you like fried plantains or rice with that, sir?” Naya had once asked.

He smiled gently. “No, my dear. Just the chicken.”

Still, something about him was… off.
He always wore gloves. He never touched anything barehanded. He never smiled fully. His eyes—deep brown—held a certain animal sharpness.

Naya remembered the fateful day clearly. She had just received her salary.She was excited.She had no boyfriend, and her self-esteem had been low—many of her peers had often mocked her appearance. That night, she felt a spark of hope… perhaps her time had come.
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