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. “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!
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. “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.
“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. 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.
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. Then I found the chat with that person and sent a message: “I’m sorry, I made a mistake. It’s the room on the east side. Don’t go to the wrong one, okay?”
After receiving the person’s reply, I deleted these two messages and put the phone back exactly where I found it next to Yvonne’s pillow. As I left the room, I looked at Yvonne’s oblivious face and felt a surge of emotions. You never truly know someone, even if you live with them. Who would have thought I was sharing a room with a wolf in sheep’s clothing! I had to get my revenge! I went to the kitchen and started searching for clues. Soon, I found two cans of milk powder in the food cabinet. The only difference was that one can had my name taped to it. It seemed Yvonne was afraid of mixing them up, ensuring I would always drink the drugged milk powder. I let out a cold laugh, then switched the labels on the cans and swapped their positions. To gather more evidence, I took out the hidden cameras I had bought online last month. Coincidentally, my makeup had been mysteriously disappearing. To get to the bottom of it, I had bought two mini cameras that I hadn’t used yet. I went back to Yvonne’s room and hid one of the cameras in the eye of the teddy bear facing her bed.
I locked my door and quietly waited for the person to arrive. Just after 10 PM, I heard the sound of the front door opening. My heart immediately started racing. The person tiptoed towards our bedrooms. After a moment’s hesitation, they pushed open Yvonne’s door. My heart was pounding. After the door closed, I turned on the surveillance feed. The man was burly. When he saw Yvonne sleeping on the bed, he couldn’t help but swallow hard. “Damn, she’s so young and fresh,” he muttered. Without wasting any more time, the man eagerly pounced on her. What followed was an extremely disturbing scene. I turned off the camera in disgust. Half an hour later, I heard the door opening and closing again. Soon after, the person left our apartment. I finally let out a sigh of relief. I gently opened my door and saw a stack of cash on the coffee table in the living room. Through the slightly open door, I could see Yvonne still sleeping soundly. Her clothes and bedding had been tidied up, looking no different from when she went to sleep. I felt relieved. Now, it was time for Yvonne to get a taste of what I had experienced in my previous life.
Early the next morning, Yvonne saw the cash on the coffee table and started counting it with satisfaction. “Yvonne, where did this money come from?” I asked curiously. Yvonne turned to look at me with a cryptic smile. “Oh, this is from my part-time job,” Yvonne said, her tone containing a barely noticeable hint of amusement. I nodded, rubbing my sore neck. “Yvonne, I woke up this morning feeling achy all over. I wonder if I had sleep paralysis or something. I’m a bit scared. When the lease is up next month, I’m thinking about moving out.” “No way!” Yvonne exclaimed urgently. Realizing her reaction was off, Yvonne quickly put on a smile. “Lily, aren’t we good living together? Besides, I’d be scared living alone.” Yvonne clung to my arm, acting coy. “But,” I furrowed my brow in concern, “our company is still behind on our wages. I was thinking of moving to a cheaper place.” Naturally, Yvonne didn’t want to lose her cash cow. “Come on, Lily, please stay with me. How about I help you with the rent?” Yvonne suggested, clearly calculating. Compared to her daily illicit income, the thousand-dollar rent seemed trivial. This was perfect, allowing me to save up more money to move out sooner. “Alright then, thank you, Yvonne,” I said, hugging her with a smile. A flash of mockery and triumph crossed Yvonne’s face. The corners of my mouth turned up in a wild grin. Soon, Yvonne would receive her just punishment.
n the days that followed, Yvonne made me a cup of hot milk every night. To allay my suspicions, she would drink with me each time. After drinking the milk, Yvonne always slept exceptionally well. Sometimes she would grow suspicious, but I always managed to brush it off. Plus, with the cash appearing on the coffee table every morning as promised, Yvonne couldn’t be bothered to think too much about it. Meanwhile, in Yvonne’s evil group chat, many people were sharing their success stories. Including Yvonne. “My roommate is as dumb as a pig. I give her drugged milk, and she drinks it happily, lying there making money for me without a clue,” Yvonne boasted proudly. The group members praised her cleverness. Thanks to Yvonne’s promotion, more and more people came to her for “business.” Yvonne’s pockets grew increasingly full. Her attitude towards me became even worse. After all, in her mind, I was nothing but a cheap slut. I didn’t care at all. I lurked in the group chat, saving all the incriminating evidence. I was just waiting for the day when everything would come crashing down, ready to destroy all these vermin in one fell swoop. And it seemed Yvonne’s downfall was coming sooner than expected.
“What are you looking at? Have you no shame?” Yvonne started arguing with Butcher Bill at the farmers’ market. It all began because Butcher Bill kept leering at Yvonne. Yvonne couldn’t stand it anymore and started a fight with him in the middle of the market. “You old pervert, haven’t you ever seen a woman before? What are you staring at?” Yvonne yelled, hands on her hips, pointing her finger right in Butcher Bill’s face. Butcher Bill, in his forties and built like a tank, flushed red with anger at being berated by a young girl in public. “Young lady, watch your mouth,” Butcher Bill said, his face darkening. Yvonne, never one to back down when she thought she was right, got even more fired up seeing the crowd gathering around them. “I thought you looked like an honest man, but you’re actually so disgusting. I’m young enough to be your daughter, you old lecher. Stop staring or you’ll go blind!” Yvonne’s tone was particularly harsh. Butcher Bill was feeling embarrassed under the crowd’s scrutiny. “Get on your knees and apologize!” Yvonne demanded, ignoring Butcher Bill’s murderous glare. “You slut, you think you’re still a pure virgin? Who knows how many men have had you, and you still have the nerve to act like an innocent little flower!” Butcher Bill exploded, pointing at Yvonne and letting loose. Hearing such humiliating words, Yvonne became even more enraged. “Are you spreading dirty rumors about me?” Yvonne glared, threatening to call the police. Butcher Bill sneered, “Rumors? You have a red birthmark below your belly button, right? And three moles on your butt.” At these words, Yvonne was stunned. These were indeed marks on her body. “You… how the hell do you know that?” Yvonne was shocked. Butcher Bill just smiled meaningfully. The crowd around them grew even more excited hearing such juicy gossip. They all thought it was some scandalous affair. Yvonne fell silent. I stood by, quietly observing. Suddenly, Yvonne jerked her head up, glaring fiercely at Butcher Bill: “You fucking old pervert, have you been peeping on me in the shower?!”
At these words, not only Butcher Bill but even I was stunned. After thinking for so long, this was the conclusion Yvonne had come to. Butcher Bill opened his mouth, but before he could defend himself, Yvonne exploded. “You shameless creep! No wonder you can’t have a son! You scumbag!” Yvonne grabbed a chunk of pork from the chopping board and hurled it at Butcher Bill. In an instant, the entire farmers’ market was in chaos, with pork flying everywhere. Butcher Bill dodged the flying meat while glaring viciously at Yvonne. But Yvonne, completely oblivious to the murderous intent in Butcher Bill’s eyes, continued throwing meat and cursing. Seeing the situation getting out of hand, I grabbed Yvonne’s arm. “Yvonne, stop fighting here. It’s embarrassing. Let’s go home,” I said, trying to persuade Yvonne while dragging her out of the crowd. Yvonne kept cursing as we left, while Butcher Bill’s eyes grew colder by the second. Back home, Yvonne was still fuming. “Damn it, ran into a ghost when I went out. What rotten luck!” Yvonne angrily swept the cups off the coffee table. I watched silently as she raged. Why was Butcher Bill leering at Yvonne? Why did he know about the birthmarks on Yvonne’s body? That’s because Butcher Bill was one of Yvonne’s “clients.” The information in the group chat was confidential, so Yvonne didn’t know that the person she had arranged was Butcher Bill. But Butcher Bill had seen everything clearly. After being humiliated by Yvonne today, would he just let it go? Just after dinner, that evil group chat started buzzing with activity. A user named “Rainy Night Butcher” openly tagged Yvonne: “I’m coming to your place again tonight.”
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