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I had antisocial personality disorder. After my parents divorced, Mom took me and remarried. My stepbrother would always sneak into my room at night to play "games" with me. I seized the chance to chop off his "little friend". Then they shipped me off to my dad's place. Dad had also remarried. My stepsister called me a burden, a deadweight. I didn't like hearing that, so I superglued her mouth shut. My stepmother locked me in the attic and didn't give me any food for a week. By the time they found me, I was already dead. And I had transmigrated into a love hate romance novel, a world with no legal consequences. I became the female lead, destined for a life of physical and emotional torment. I smiled. This was the kind of society I'd always dreamed of.