Bonnie awakens.

Bonnie wakes up and sees a bright lightbulb shining into her vision. Half of her vision is filled with darkness. She reaches for the other eye and feels only fabric and a bit of pain. She touches a spot below her ribcage that also tickles a little, and feels rough stitches.

“My phone…” That’s the first thing that comes to her mind.

“The gook is awake, doc!” The surgeon wearing gloves shouts as soon as he sees Bonnie’s hand exploring her damaged body.

“My phone.” Bonnie tries to speak as loud as she could under the effect of anesthetic.

Gretchen again shows up in front of her, wearing her usual classy business attire.

“Hello, Bonnie. I’m so glad you made the right choice.” Gretchen smirks, and takes out Bonnie’s phone.

She makes a few clicks, and holds the phone screen in front of Bonnie’s eyes. The Dollar has depreciated against Yen for quite a bit! Bonnie’s trade position has finally seen an almost $150,000 comeback, but she’s still in a huge deficit.

“Well, it looks like you’re going to make all your money back in no time, and get your organs back. Don’t worry, we have them stored away nicely.” Gretchen has actually already sold them on the black market. And from her knowledge, this minor comeback for Yen is about to be undone, soon.

Bonnie finally feels a homely feeling she hasn’t felt for weeks: happiness. Her sole eye tears up: “thank you so much, Gretchen…I almost thought you were taking me for a fool…” She was.

“Don’t cry just yet. You still need to recover.” Gretchen carefully wipes Bonnie’s tears off.

“However,” Gretchen underscores: “wouldn’t you want to add to your position? Since you’re surely on a winning streak, wouldn’t you think it’s best if you invest just a little more?”

“I, want to do that, but I don’t exactly have a dime left…”

“Don’t be angry at me, but,” Gretchen puts her hand on top of Bonnie’s: “I can make a similar business proposition to your wife Bianca. It would go down quite similarly except for the organ harvesting part. And, I should apologize for having you do that, ugh, hardcore porn footage. We won’t harm her in any way, you see.”

“So all that…that was porn? But Bianca hates that I’m ‘gambling’, as she calls it. I doubt she’ll be happy about it.” Bonnie doesn’t even think about how Gretchen found out about the name of her wife, or even that she has a wife.

“Of course it was porn, and,” Gretchen takes out a fat wad of cash in front of Bonnie: “Your wife can be the happiest woman on earth when she sees you come home with loads of these. You will give her a better life. This, all this is only temporary. Impress her. Show her you’re more than a housewife.” Gretchen holds Bonnie’s hand up and squeezes tightly, looking at her with resolution.

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Get her on board.”

“Fabulous!” Gretchen tosses the wad of cash into the hands of the surgeon and leaves. She hops in a van with three other men and they leave for Bonnie’s home.

Bianca is worried sick, pacing back and forth in her house. She spent the past 24 hours not cleaning Bonnie’s total wreck of a bedroom, but trying to call her. All her calls went straight to voicemail. The sweet voice of Bonnie’s recorded messages is driving Bianca insane. Bianca doesn’t have the password to Bonnie’s laptop, but she knows she lost money again. She doesn’t know what forex trading is, but has warned Bonnie to stay away from anything that involves making money through luck.

*Ding* Someone’s at the door. Bianca sighs in relief and hurries to the door wearing nothing but a huge white shirt.

Bianca doesn’t even bother to look into the peephole on the door before opening up. Just as she turns the door knob, the door is **** wide open and a group of men swarms in. They promptly close the door and pin her to the ground. One of the people that swarmed in is a well-dressed woman wearing a big pair of shades, Gretchen.

“Scream, and I cut out your tongue.” The man covering her mouth slowly removes his palm from Bianca’s mouth.

“Are you Mrs. Bianca McLaren?” The woman asks.

“Take what you want and leave, please. We barely have anything left in the-”

*WHACK* Bianca’s teeth are loosened by a fist.

“Yes…I’m McLaren…” Bianca coughs out blood.

“Are you the spouse of Bonnie Shin?” Gretchen stares at her with scarily blank eyes.

“What? Where is she? What have you-”

*KAPOW* An elbow drives into Bianca’s abdomen.

“I am… please, I just want her to come home… I’ll pay whatever money she owes you… just give me time…” Bianca resists the urge to puke out the cheap oatmeal she had for dinner. Bianca doesn’t know yet, but she owns jack shit.

Gretchen doesn’t say a word. She lifts Bianca’s head up and carefully examines her face from different angles. Her freckles, ugh, what a turnoff. Gretchen lifts up Bianca’s shirt to examine her breasts and measures the circumference of her hip and breasts. “Subpar, and subpar. Gods, terrible shapes.” Bianca is a plain woman. Gretchen is unimpressed.

*sigh* “Well, well. You’re not up to the standards.” Gretchen sighs in disappointment. Gretchen lifts Bianca's eyelids, and shines her mini flashlight into her eyeballs. “But at least, you’ll fetch a nice price for these eyes. Not bad at all.”

Gretchen pats one of the men holding Bianca, and does a little cutthroat gesture at her neck. Another man kicks into Bianca’s jaw and renders her passed out.

“Anything else, madam?” The men asks.

“A moment.” Gretchen takes out Bonnie’s phone, and unsurprisingly, Bonnie’s position has gone bust. The comeback lasted merely hours. All her money has evaporated into the thin air, including Gretchen’s. But Gretchen doesn’t care about money at all. She longs only for the faces of despair from her female victims, and Bianca will remedy her losses easily.

“Dissect her.” Gretchen says to the surgeon who operated on Bonnie, who’s standing at the side.

“What, right here?”

Gretchen turns and stares into the man’s souls with her frosty eyes.

“Of course, madam…” The men put the passed out Bianca into a body bag as Gretchen drives back to Bonnie.