Just before I lost consciousness, I heard someone sneer, “Acting all high and mighty? We’ve all seen your little video!”
In the pungent smell of disinfectant water, I heard a deliberately lowered conversation.
“Jimmy! Why are you freaking out? She’s just an orphan no one’s even going to claim her body if she dies. What are you so worried about?”
“Didn’t we all agree? We were going to destroy her.”
I suddenly clenched the blanket tightly in my fists.
Bang!
A loud crash rang out—Jimmy had slammed the table hard, making the water glass on my nightstand tremble.
“Damn, Jimmy, don’t tell me you actually caught feelings for her?” one guy scoffed. “She’s just some broke chick. She’s fun to mess with, but catching feelings? That ruins the whole game.”
The room fell deathly silent, so quiet that even the sound of dripping liquid could be heard with startling clarity.
Jimmy’s voice came out cold as ice. “I just don’t want a dead body in our hands.” He paused, then added darkly, “If we’re doing this, we do it big.”
Someone clapped him on the shoulder. “Alright, alright. Everything’s in place. Let’s make sure she learns her lesson.”