Bonnie is about to be destroyed.

Gretchen is tired from all the fake acts she puts on for Bonnie. She wants to see her squirm. She wants to show the big 0 on Bonnie’s account in her face and gloat like the cold, merciless woman she really is. She wastes no time to dash towards the rusty hospital bed Bonnie is perched on.

“Gretchen, what’s wrong?” Bonnie lays eye on Gretchen. Grethen looks different. Her usually smiley face is replaced with a look of numbing winter cold. Her eyes are void of emotions, and her face is slightly angled to the side, staring into Bonnie’s one eye like a scary mannequin. The atmosphere in the room is glacial.

Gretchen slowly takes Bonnie’s phone out of her pocket and raises the screen in front of Bonnie’s face.

Bonnie’s pupils dilate, her brows clench. Her mouth starts to gape and tremble. Her head starts to shake subtly, and her face turns almost as pale as that of a corpse. She violently grabs her phone and uses her trembling fingers to scroll up and down. Her last glimmer of hope is shattered when she realizes it’s not photoshopped. Her future, crushed, burned, and pissed on.

“Ah…ha…yeeeww…” Bonnie’s hands wrap around her throat and squeezes, trying to end herself. Gretchen only smiles and observes. Gretchen knows it would not work. Bonnie’s hands loosen, her instinct forcing her to let go. Bonnie finally covers her face and cries.

But she doesn’t cry for long. She wipes the tears off her face, slowly turning towards Gretchen. Every kind of emotion in the world manifests in her eyes within an instance, as rage settles in Bonnie’s eyes. She slowly sits up: “You. All along IT WAS YOU!” Bonnie points her finger at Gretchen, her hand still shaking.

“You tricked me to invest! You tricked me to come to this- fucked-up fuck fest, and you tricked me to sell my own-” Bonnie madly grabs a small mirror by the operation table and holds it in front of her. She sees a pale skinny face with only one eye and a bloody bandage over half of her head. Her once silky naturally brown hairs are almost completely gray, dry and tousled. Colorful bruises caused by the men stack on top of each other on her once tender face. She barely recognizes the monster in the mirror.

“YOU MADE ME THIS!” Bonnie smashes the mirror into the floor, and tries to strangle Gretchen with her bare hands. But weeks of malnutrition, days of inhuman torment, and incessant emotional roller coasters render her tiny arms too powerless to even grip onto Gretchen’s neck.

Gretchen’s face turns from cold, calculated, and murderous into the combination of sad, caring, and distraught almost instantly. Gretchen pulls Bonnie close and holds her, tearing up: “I did everything for you! How could you say that? *sniff* I really did everything I could. If only you came sooner, or asked for money sooner, you wouldn’t have lost! *sniff* I only wanted the best for you. And if you didn’t get into trading in the first place, Bianca would still be alive!”

“Wha…….what did you, just- say?” Bonnie pushes Gretchen away lightly, her anger is swept clean by shock, crushing shock. “Bianca, she’s, she’s, she’s dead?”

Gretchen makes an unbelievably convincing mourning face as she drenches her handkerchief with her own tears: “Yes…I was too late…Bianca found out about how much money you owe… *sniff* and killed herself. She hanged herself in your room…There were policemen everywhere… .” Bianca didn’t kill herself. Gretchen’s men are cutting Bianca open in her sleep and stealing all her organs as she speaks. All the money Gretchen gave to Bonnie is going to be made back on the black market.

“Ah….oooh…eeeh…” Bonnie’s head collapses and closes her eye, all the beautiful moments she spent with her wife before she started trading run before her eyes.

“Gretchen…Make me forget…” Bonnie holds Gretchen’s shoulders, her red swollen eyes open wide like a pair of ping pong balls, and starts crying again, but her tears have long run dry: “Do whatever it takes……JUST MAKE ME FORGET! PLEASE!”

“As you wish.” Gretchen reverts back to her icy-cold, merciless self within an instant and gives Bonnie a shot through the neck. Bonnie slowly drops down. Gretchen tilts her head and gently caresses Bonnie’s sleeping face.