Chapter 24: The Night She Never Spoke Of
Janet's eyes darted wildly around the room.
Broken wine bottles littered the ground. Posters of violence, guns, and skulls plastered the walls. Playing cards lay scattered across tables where men had once gambled away their lives. Rusty rods, blades, bricks, and even handguns were tossed around casually, as if the place belonged to devils.
And there he was.
The boy she had rejected.
Now sitting in front of her like a king in his twisted court.
Two of his friends flanked him, both smirking.
"Why did you bring me here?" she screamed, her voice hoarse with fear.
The boy leaned back on the wooden chair, arms crossed.
"Nothing much. Just want something from you," he replied with a sick smile.
She didn't understand. But the look in his eyes was darker than anything she had seen before.
He stood up slowly, grabbed a blade from the grimy table, and walked toward her.
She trembled. "W-What are you going to do?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he knelt in front of her and hissed, "You think rejecting me was free? I'll ruin everything about you."
She gasped.
He continued, threatening to leak lies and private photos of her across social media. "I'll destroy your reputation. You'll have nothing left."
Her heart thudded. "There's nothing to expose," she whispered.
He only laughed. "I'll make up something. People will believe anything."
Before she could shout, his friend taped her mouth.
And then, with the blade glinting in the dim light, he tore her uniform—exposing her, humiliating her.
She cried silently, the tape muffling her sobs.
That night, she was left broken.
No one had ever known. No one had seen the shame, the fear, the trauma.
It was buried deep.
And even now… it came back as a nightmare she could never escape.