The Roommate’s Sinister Scheme
My Roommate’s Sinister Secret
Every night, my roommate would spike the milk I drank with a sedative.
Then she would secretly let different men into our apartment.
I remained completely oblivious to what was happening.
Until one day, feeling unwell, I went for a check–up and discovered I had contracted an STD.
When I returned home, I overheard my roommate on the phone with someone.
“So, how was my roommate? An Ivy League graduate, and at that price – I’d say you got quite a bargain.”
I was utterly heartbroken.
In the ensuing argument, my roommate pushed me down the stairs, and I died on the spot.
When I regained consciousness, my roommate was standing in front of me, offering that same drugged glass of milk.
1
“Lily, haven’t you been having trouble sleeping lately? Here, have some warm milk,” my roommate Yvonne said with a smile as she handed me a mug.
As I saw the milk, my mind started racing. In my previous life, I had been fooled by Yvonne’s fake kindness and unknowingly drank this drugged milk.
In the days that followed, my sleep indeed improved significantly. However, every time I woke up, I felt strange, as if something was off with my body. Despite thorough self–examinations, I couldn’t find anything wrong.
It wasn’t until two weeks later when I experienced itching and swelling in my private area that I realized something was seriously wrong. When the hospital diagnosis came back, my world shattered. I had contracted an STD!
But how was this possible? I hadn’t been in a relationship for three years. How could I have gotten such a disease?
Feeling dejected, I returned home. As I approached our apartment, I overheard Yvonne on the balcony, talking on the phone:
“So, how was it? My roommate is an Ivy League graduate, a good girl from a respectable family. The price I gave you is a steal. Want to come again? Alright, tonight at midnight. Same rules apply: no visible injuries, and clean up thoroughly when you’re done.”
I burst into tears and confronted her.
“I saw you didn’t have a boyfriend for so long. I was just being kind, worried you might be lonely. You should be thanking me. Who knows where you got that nasty disease from anyway,” Yvonne said with a look of contempt.
Enraged, I started to fight with her. But Yvonne was stronger than me. She pushed me from the tenth floor, and I died on the spot.
Afterward, Yvonne spread rumors that I had committed suicide by jumping off the building because I got an STD from sleeping around. My parents were subjected to gossip and judgment.
Now that I’ve been given a second chance, I must make her pay for her sins!
2
Coming back to my senses, I pretended to stand up casually.
Oh no!” I exclaimed as I deliberately bumped into Yvonne’s arm. The hot milk spilled all over her face and hair.
“Oh, Yvonne, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that, I apologized frantically, grabbing a rag I had just used to clean the floor and started wiping her face with it.
12:10 PM
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Un no! I exclaimed as i deliberately bumped into Yvonne’s arm. I ne not milk spilled all over ner race and nair.
“Oh, Yvonne, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that,” I apologized frantically, grabbing a rag I had just used to clean the floor and started wiping her face with it.
“Lily! What are you doing with that filthy rag? It’s disgusting!” Yvonne screamed, dodging away from me.
I put on an apologetic face. “I’m so sorry, Yvonne. I’ve been overworked lately, and I’m not in the best state of mind.”
Yvonne glared at me, gritting her teeth. But thinking about what she had planned for later, she swallowed her anger.
“It’s okay, Lily. I’ll go get you another glass, Yvonne said, turning back to the kitchen.
Soon, she came out with another glass of milk.
“Here, Lily. Drink it while it’s warm,” Yvonne said, watching me expectantly.
I calmly took the milk but didn’t drink it.
“Why aren’t you drinking it?” Yvonne asked, starting to get anxious.
“Yvonne, why don’t you have some too? I feel bad drinking alone,” I said, shaking my head and putting the glass down.
“Oh, alright, I’ll drink too,” Yvonne said hurriedly, rushing back to the kitchen to make another glass of milk.
“Let’s drink together, okay?” Yvonne urged me again.
I smiled and brought the milk to my lips. Yvonne watched me nervously.
But just as the milk touched my lips, I stopped.
“What’s wrong now?” Yvonne asked, her tone tinged with impatience.
I smiled sheepishly. “Yvonne, I prefer my milk a bit sweeter. Could you get me some honey?”
Yvonne’s cheeks puffed up in frustration, but she finally gave in and went to the kitchen to fetch the honey jar.
With lightning speed, I switched the positions of the two glasses.
3
“Is this good enough, princess?” Yvonne said sarcastically.
I made a face at her, then slowly drank the milk under Yvonne’s watchful gaze.
Yvonne let out a subtle sigh of relief.
“You watch some TV. I’ll go wash the dishes,” Yvonne said, humming a tune as she quickly cleared away the milk glasses.
When Yvonne came back, I pretended to be drowsy.
“Yvonne, your milk really works wonders. I’m feeling sleepy already. I think I’ll head to bed now,” I said, yawning as I walked towards my room.
Yvonne’s eyes lit up immediately.
Of course, of course! You go right ahead. I’ll make you milk every night from now on,” she said enthusiastically.
Looking at her scheming face, I laughed coldly to myself. Soon, she’d learn who would truly suffer the consequences of her actions.
Back in my room, I quickly got under the covers and closed my eyes.
Soon, I started making soft snoring sounds.
12:10 PM
