"Where do you think you're going, pretty boy? This is my turf. You think I don't have the key to my own damn bathroom?"
"Trying to call your little girlfriend for help? I heard every word. She's too busy letting some other guy use those condoms to bother with you."
"Now be a good boy and take care of me. Don't worry, I'm not high-maintenance. I never bother with protection. Hahaha..."
In the depths of my despair, a thunderous crash erupted from outside.
The rolling shutter was forced open, and people stormed in.
"Let him go!"
It was officers from the nearby police station.
The internet café owner had driven out all the other patrons so he could assault me in peace. But someone had seen him slip something into my drink and quietly called 911 on their way out.
They rushed me to the hospital to have my stomach pumped, took my statement, and left me with a thick coat. I borrowed a charger from the front desk, and the next morning, I called the calligraphy class to resign.
Once that was done, I went to the mall next door, grabbed a cheap casual outfit, and got ready to fly home.
But the moment I stepped out of the mall, several of Lauren's bodyguards blocked my path.