I glanced at the clock; it wasn’t even 9 PM yet. Although I didn’t know what the “Rainy Night Butcher” and Yvonne had discussed, my instincts told me it couldn’t be anything good.
I had recently found an apartment I liked and was planning to move there tonight.
“Yvonne, isn’t it a bit early?” I politely declined.
But Yvonne insisted, “Lily, I’m not feeling well today. Would you mind going to bed early with me?”
It seemed I couldn’t avoid this.
“Alright then,” I nodded.
Yvonne excitedly went to the kitchen to make milk.
Soon, she came out with two cups of milk.
“The milk powder is nearing its expiration date, so I made it a bit stronger today, Yvonne said as she handed me the hot milk.
I noticed it did look a bit thicker than usual.
It seemed the drug dosage had been increased this time.
To avoid suspicion, Yvonne had made herself an equally thick cup.
“Drink up,” Yvonne urged.
Under Yvonne’s watchful gaze, I drank the milk in one go.
Yvonne, barely able to contain her excitement, quickly gulped down her own milk.
“Lily, let’s go to sleep now, Yvonne said breathlessly, with a hint of urgency in her voice.
I didn’t move. I just stared at her silently.
“What are you looking at?” Yvonne frowned, her tone becoming impatient.
But soon, Yvonne’s steps began to falter.
“Strange, why do I feel so dizzy?” Yvonne muttered, her balance becoming increasingly unstable.
“So sleepy, Yvonne yawned.
But as she saw my growing smile, a look of fear crept across Yvonne’s face.
“Lily, you-!” Yvonne cried out, but quickly collapsed onto the sofa, unconscious,
13
I unlocked Yvonne’s phone and found her chat with the “Rainy Night Butcher”
Good lord, I nearly fainted when I saw the messages on the screen.
It turned out that the “something different the “Rainy Night Butcher” wanted to try was a group activity!
And Yvonne had readily agreed, but demanded triple the price.
When the “Rainy Night Butcher said things would get rough this time, Yvonne asked for another price increase.
The two of them were treating me like an object to be used at will.
12:10 PM
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Yvonne assured the “Rainy Night Butcher” that he could do whatever he wanted, as she would put double the usual dose in my milk, so there was no need to worry about me waking up.
But she never imagined that this time, the boomerang would come back to hit her instead.
14
As the appointed time approached, I quickly dragged Yvonne back to her own bed.
Then I took out the suitcase I had already packed from under the bed.
Under the cover of night, I hastily fled from this den of evil.
Lying on the bed in my new home, my heart was still racing.
I turned on the surveillance feed for Yvonne’s room.
Just as the clock struck 10, several burly men burst into Yvonne’s room.
Leading them was Butcher Bill, the man she had humiliated earlier that day.
“You bitch, acting all high and mighty, but you’re still just a toy for me to play with,” Butcher Bill growled, grabbing Yvonne’s hair and slapping her face hard.
Yvonne, completely under the influence of the drug, showed no reaction.
“Today, I’ll make you regret everything. Boys, have your fun. This bitch can take it,” Butcher Bill excitedly called the others to join in.
Fighting back nausea, I turned off the camera feed.
Yvonne’s plan had backfired spectacularly.
During these days, I had been lurking in the group chat, gathering enough evidence.
To prevent more girls from falling victim, I sent the organized evidence to an online police reporting platform.
15
After days of meticulous planning, I could finally get a good night’s sleep.
Early the next morning, I was awakened by a phone that wouldn’t stop ringing.
Seeing Yvonne’s incoming call, I was instantly alert.
As soon as I answered, Yvonne’s furious shouts came through.
