Yvonne listened at my door, trying to gauge if I was asleep.
Hearing no movement, she called out tentatively, “Lily, are you asleep?”
I didn’t answer.
Finally, Yvonne showed her true colors.
“Slut, you’re in for a treat tonight,” Yvonne cursed under her breath. She immediately sent a voice message: “Everything’s ready on my end. Just follow the instructions I gave you, got it?”
After sending the message, Yvonne yawned. “This really wore me out. I need to get some good sleep too.”
As Yvonne’s door closed, my eyes snapped open.
5
Yvonne hadn’t closed her door properly. I pushed it open a crack.
Yvonne was sleeping deeply; the noise of me opening the door didn’t wake her.
“Yvonne,” I called, shaking her gently.
Yvonne didn’t respond at all.
I had to admit, the sleeping drug was potent.
I unlocked Yvonne’s phone using her fingerprint.
What I found shocked me to my core.
Yvonne was part of a group chat called “Lost Forest” with over a hundred members.
Scrolling through the chat history, cold sweat broke out on my back.
This group was dedicated to providing unconscious girls for perverts to abuse.
Yvonne was one of the perpetrators.
Her target, naturally, was me, her roommate.
She mixed sleeping drugs into my milk, making me fall into a deep sleep.
Then she would let people in.
Afterward, they would leave cash in the living room.
No one would ever know,
The more I read, the colder my heart became.
The Yvonne online was vastly different from the seemingly innocent and lively girl in real life.
She was vicious and cunning.
Today, she had found the first “client” for me.
She had left the key under the doormat for the person to let themselves in.
I was shaking with anger.
I created a new account, used Yvonne’s account to add myself to the group, then deleted each other as friends.
12:10 PM
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Then I found the chat with that person and sent a message:
