My roommate, Sierra, loved to cam naked in our dorm room. Late at night, suggestive and provocative noises would constantly drift from her side of the room. "Daddy, where do you want to look?~" "Don't be so impatient, babe... my roommate is asleep~" "You're so bad~ tilt your camera down a little..." I gently advised her that camming with strangers wasn't safe. If someone took screenshots, the consequences could be disastrous. Sierra took my advice and stopped doing it. But then, a girl in the dorm next door hooked a billionaire heir through a sugar baby app. He even rented a helicopter to drop rose petals over the campus to ask her out. It made waves across the entire university. Sierra went absolutely psychotic with jealousy. "It's all your fault, you interfering bitch! If you hadn't run your mouth, that billionaire would belong to me right now!" She heated her curling iron until it was searing hot and shoved it into my body, burning me to death from the inside out. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the exact day she was camming. 01 I woke up from a phantom, agonizing pain, my body drenched in a cold sweat. "Daddy, where do you want to look?~" The familiar, sickeningly sweet, coquettish voice drifted from the bed opposite mine. I stiffly turned my head. Through the crack in her bed curtains, I saw Sierra posing seductively at her phone. She was wearing heavy makeup. The strap of her black lace camisole deliberately slipped down her shoulder. She had purposefully tousled her hair to create a messy, provocative look. My nails dug deeply into my palms. The pain told me this wasn't a dream. I was reborn! I had returned to the day Sierra was streaming naked. Memories flooded back like a tidal wave. In my past life, I warned her out of the goodness of my heart. I told her that if the guy screen-recorded it and leaked it, it would ruin her life. Sierra's face instantly dropped. She cared about her image more than anything else in the world. School had just started, and she didn't want to become infamous for the wrong reasons. But giving up the camming meant giving up the digital gifts and cash transfers. She wasn't going to let that go easily. She immediately put on a pitiful, victimized expression and faked a few tears. "Harper, I don't want to do this either, but my parents completely cut off my allowance..." My bleeding heart took over. I immediately Venmoed her $500 to help her out. After that, she stopped the naked video chats. But instead, she started treating me like her personal maid, ordering me around constantly. If I wasn't taking out her trash, I was making her bed. The worst part was my skincare products and my clothes. If she liked something of mine, she would just take it and use it without even asking. I endured it all in silence. I thought giving up some material possessions was worth it if it meant Sierra had changed her ways. After all, my family had plenty of money. But later, when a girl in the next class managed to snag a trust-fund billionaire through the exact same app... When the guy rented a helicopter to drop rose petals all over the quad to declare his love... Sierra went rabid with jealousy. And she took all her resentment out on me. "It's all your fault, you interfering bitch! If you hadn't run your mouth, that billionaire would belong to me right now!" She waited until I was asleep, tied me to the bed frame, and gagged me with duct tape. Then, she took a scorching hot curling iron and shoved it brutally inside me. The pain tore my soul apart, but the tape muffled my screams. Sierra's smile was twisted and demonic. "Only a complete idiot like you would believe my parents cut me off! You got played like a fool, you self-righteous saint! You deserve to die!" It turned out she had been scamming me the entire time! The blistering metal burned through my flesh. My vision went black from the sheer agony. I took my last breath in the most excruciating pain imaginable. But now, I was back. I bit down hard on my lower lip, only letting go when I tasted the metallic tang of blood. In this life, I wouldn't say a single word to stop her. I was going to let her swallow the bitter fruit of her own actions and fall straight into hell! 02 Inside her bed curtains, Sierra's voice grew even more saccharine. "Don't be impatient, babe... my roommate is asleep~" After a rustling sound, she lowered her voice. "You're so bad~ tilt your camera down a little..." My stomach violently churned. I pretended to roll over, intentionally making a loud noise. Sierra jumped, poking her head out to look at me. "Harper, you're awake?" I forced a sleepy, innocent smile. "Yeah, I just had a nightmare." "Oh, I'm just FaceTiming my boyfriend right now." She giggled, intentionally tilting her phone screen toward me. On the screen was a greasy, balding, middle-aged man, staring hungrily at Sierra's exposed skin. In my past life, this was the exact moment I intervened and planted the seed for my own murder. This time, I changed my strategy entirely. "Wow, your boyfriend is so handsome!" I leaned in, faking absolute envy. "How did you guys meet?" Sierra was visibly stunned for a second, but then she proudly tilted her chin up. "A dating app, duh. He's a senior executive at a publicly traded company. He said he's going to buy me a Louis Vuitton bag!" She lowered her voice. "He loves looking at me... you know what I mean." Suppressing my urge to vomit, I put on a worshipful expression. "Sierra, you're amazing. I can't believe you can pull such a high-quality guy." Sierra floated on my praise. "Oh, this is nothing. I have guys lining up around the block for me." She paused, shooting me a condescending glance. "But don't get any ideas. A boring block of wood like you couldn't handle a man like this even if you tried." "I could never compare to you," I said. I lowered my head, pretending to be insecure, while I sneered coldly on the inside. For the next few days, I played the perfect role of Sierra's ultimate fan. When she cammed, I stood guard at the door. When she went on dates, I signed her in for attendance at lectures. When she bragged, I gassed her up at the exact right moments. Sierra began to trust me more and more. She even started shamelessly showing off her "prey" to me. 03 But as time went on, Sierra's prey started showing their true colors. The bald guy who promised her a Louis Vuitton bag blocked her the second he got a full-body naked show. Another guy claiming to be a trust-fund kid sent her a pathetic $5 Venmo and then completely ghosted her. "What a bunch of broke losers!" Sierra slammed her phone onto her bed, shaking with rage. "They say they're going to buy me gifts, and then they don't even transfer enough to cover a decent dinner! Wasting my damn time!" I leaned in, faking concern. "Really? That sucks. I thought their Instagram profiles made them look super rich?" "Photoshop! It's all fake!" Sierra's chest heaved with anger. "They act like billionaires online, but they ain't shit in real life!" I sneered internally. In my past life, she scammed me by saying her parents cut her off, and I stupidly subsidized her life. Then she turned around and used my money to buy luxury goods to flex on social media. Now, she couldn't scam a single dime out of these guys. She deserved every bit of it! I let out a sigh and lowered my voice, acting mysterious. "Actually... I know a secret sugar dating app. It's packed with legitimate millionaires. My cousin met her husband on there, and she married straight into extreme wealth." Sierra's eyes instantly lit up. "Really?! What app?" I acted hesitant. "But... I heard the verification process is super strict. They don't just let anyone connect with the top-tier guys..." Sierra's face darkened. "What do you mean? You think I'm not good enough?" "No, no!" I waved my hands frantically. "I'm just worried you might run into scammers." Sierra scoffed coldly. "Only an idiot like you would get scammed. I know how to spot the real ones. Just tell me the name!" I pretended to hesitate for a moment longer before finally giving her the name of the app. Of course, I didn't tell her the truth. It wasn't a billionaire dating app at all. It was an underground, niche fetish and escort platform! It was a cesspool of deviants, scammers, and predators. I only knew about it because my older brother, a detective in the cybercrimes unit, had mentioned it to me. His unit had been monitoring the site for months and was waiting for the perfect moment to execute a massive raid. But until that happened, Sierra could go ahead and enjoy herself to the fullest! 04 Sierra downloaded the app and eagerly registered an account. She meticulously selected her most provocative photos, added some seductive captions, and quickly attracted a swarm of men in her DMs. Among them, a user named "Richie" was especially enthusiastic. He immediately CashApped her $500 as a "nice to meet you" gift. Sierra smugly waved her phone in my face. "See? Now this is a genuine, high-quality man!" I leaned over to look. Richie's profile picture was him leaning against a Rolls Royce. His bio claimed he was the CEO of a boutique finance firm, and his feed was full of yachts and Rolexes. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. What kind of high-rolling CEO driving a Rolls Royce would be stingy enough to only send $500? And on top of that, he sent it in three separate installments? Only someone as sheltered and greedy as Sierra would actually fall for this bait. But I faked a gasp of amazement. "Wow, Sierra, you're incredible!" She smirked proudly. "Just watch. I'm going to hook a massive whale this time!" That night, the noises coming from behind Sierra's bed curtains were more explicit than ever. She was almost entirely naked, using her blanket to just barely cover herself. "Daddy~ Do you like me like this?" She intentionally dragged out her syllables. "Move the camera lower? You're so bad! I'm not that kind of easy girl!" I fought back my nausea and kept listening. I could hear a heavy, ragged breathing coming from the phone speaker. "Get closer... yeah..." "You're so bad~" Sierra let out a sickeningly sweet giggle. "When are you going to buy me the present you promised, Richie?~" "I'll take you to the designer boutique tomorrow." The greasy male voice took on a commanding tone. "But right now, moan for me!" Amidst the sound of fabric rustling, Sierra let out a high-pitched, exaggerated scream. "Ah! Richie, you're so naughty... my roommate is right here!" My entire body broke out in goosebumps. My stomach flipped. In the past, Sierra used to lower her voice when she cammed. But ever since I started acting like her loyal sidekick, she stopped hiding it entirely. It gave me a brand-new perspective on just how degenerate she truly was. She had absolutely zero boundaries! 05 The next day. Sierra woke up at the crack of dawn to get ready for her date. She dug out a sheer, black lace dress and practically bathed in half a bottle of cheap perfume. She even meticulously curled her hair into bouncy, seductive waves. "Harper, how do I look?" She spun around. Her mini skirt was so short it barely covered her underwear. I forced back my disgust and put on a look of pure envy. "You look stunning. Richie is going to be obsessed with you!" Sierra gave a triumphant hum and swayed her hips as she walked out the door. At 11:00 PM that night, our dorm door was violently kicked open. Sierra stumbled into the room, reeking of cheap liquor and terrible cologne. Her black lace dress was wrinkled like a dirty rag. The neckline was ripped open, and her neck was covered in shocking, aggressive hickeys. There were even suspicious, dried white smudges near the corner of her mouth. "Look! The Cartier bracelet Richie bought me!" Sierra shoved her wrist right into my face. The rhinestone-encrusted bangle glinted with a cheap, plastic shine under the dorm lights. I took one look and almost burst out laughing. This fake was so bad it didn't even qualify as a high-end replica. The logo was engraved crookedly, and the metal edges were sharp and jagged. But I dramatically covered my mouth. "Oh my god! Richie treats you so well!" "This is nothing!" Sierra scoffed proudly, adopting a secretive look as she pulled a small, pink remote-controlled vibrator out of her purse. "Richie said that if I wear this to my lectures tomorrow, and if I'm a good girl and do exactly what he says, he's going to buy me a Birkin bag next time!" My eyes went wide in genuine shock. This was even more unhinged than I anticipated! But I forced myself to act shy. "Isn't that a little... extreme?" "It's called having a kink!" Sierra rolled her eyes at me disdainfully. "A basic country bumpkin like you will never understand how high society plays!" She waved the toy in the air. "I'm going to leave it turned on all day tomorrow, and Richie is going to be watching me on video call the whole time!" Looking at her twisted, arrogant expression, my stomach violently churned. This wasn't a billionaire CEO. This was a complete, utter psychopath! 06 The next day, Sierra actually wore the toy to class. She sat in the very back row, her face flushed with an unnatural, feverish red. "Mnn..." A suppressed, ragged gasp slipped past her lips. A student sitting in front of her turned around in confusion. The professor adjusted his glasses. "Is the student in the back feeling unwell?" Sierra bit her lip and shook her head, but her legs clamped tighter and tighter together. Suddenly, her entire body spasmed, and she went completely rigid. The professor at the podium was right in the middle of a crucial explanation. "So, the solution to this equation is..." "AH!" A piercing, sharp scream interrupted the lecture. The entire auditorium whipped their heads around to look. Sierra jumped up, her face bright crimson, knocking her chair over with a loud CLANG. The professor frowned. "Is there a problem, miss?" "I-I..." Sierra's eyes darted around in absolute panic, her legs trembling violently. I glanced down and saw a suspicious wet stain spreading across the fabric of her skirt. A few guys nearby were already snickering behind their hands. The professor's face turned stormy. "Quiet! You, please step outside!" Mortified beyond belief, Sierra grabbed her bag and bolted for the aisle. I "accidentally" stuck my foot out and tripped her. "AH!" She crashed hard onto the floor. And that was when the little pink toy slipped right out from under her skirt. The entire lecture hall went dead silent for a split second, before erupting into deafening, explosive laughter. "Holy shit! She's playing with that in class?! Legend!" "Oh my god! Who knew Sierra was such a freak behind closed doors!" "Record it! Record it! Put it on the campus Discord!" Sierra scrambled frantically on the floor to grab it, but her hand slipped, and she accidentally hit the max-power setting. BZZZZZZZ— A loud, aggressive buzzing noise echoed through the auditorium. She shrieked in horror. The toy slipped from her grasp, skittered across the floor, and landed right at the professor's shoes. The elderly professor stared at the vibrating plastic object at his feet, his face going from red to a terrifying shade of purple. "This is an absolute disgrace! I am reporting you to the Dean for disciplinary action!" Sierra had a complete mental breakdown, grabbed her toy, and sprinted out of the classroom. I watched her fleeing figure, a cold, sharp smile playing on my lips. This is just the beginning, roomie.
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