I Don't Feel Pain, Only Betrayal

I'm born without the ability to feel pain. That's why Julian Prescott becomes my "pain receptor".

Every day, he checks my skin for injuries, counting every cut and bruise, and rushes me to get treatment whenever I accidentally hurt myself without noticing.

He always says, "You can't feel pain, so I'll feel it for you."

That's until his childhood friend, Rebecca Grant, moves into our home.

One day, she comes to me, asking to test the temperature of her new curling iron. I nod and hold out my arm. Three seconds later, the smell of burned flesh drifts through the air.