My sister, a perfectly average girl, fell hopelessly in love with a billionaire playboy named Liam Sterling. Liam, driven to the brink of insanity by her relentless stalking, finally snapped. He told her, "I’m obsessed with African tribal culture. Lip plates and stretched septums are the epitome of sexiness to me. The women of those tribes are the only ones I find truly beautiful." "If you can make yourself look like them," he sneered, "maybe I'll consider dating you." My sister couldn't hear the sarcasm or the cruelty in his voice. She took it as a promise. She actually packed her bags to go to Africa for a modification procedure. In my past life, I stopped her at the airport. I saved her from mutilating herself. She went on to graduate, marry a good man, and live a happy, normal life. But she hated me for it. She believed I had severed her red string of fate with the billionaire. Years later, she murdered me brutally. As I died, she cursed me: "If you hadn't stopped me, I would be a tribal beauty with a lip plate and neck rings right now! Liam would have loved me!" "You ruined my life! I hope you rot in hell!" I opened my eyes, and I was back. Back to the day she was screaming about going to Africa. 1 I woke up to the sound of chaos in the living room. "You don't understand love!" my sister, Chloe, screamed. "I would give up everything for him! Even myself!" My mom was trembling with rage. "That man is trying to scare you off! Are you deaf? What man likes a... a monster like that?" "Africa is dangerous! You could die there! Do you want me to bury my own child?" Mom collapsed on the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. She hugged Chloe's leg as Chloe tried to drag her suitcase out the front door. I walked out of my bedroom and saw the familiar scene. Seeing me, Mom wailed like she’d seen a savior. "Zoey! Talk to your sister! She’s going to Africa to get a lip plate for that... that Liam guy!" Chloe turned to me, explaining with manic intensity. "Liam said he loves African tribal women. If I become one, he'll be with me." She pulled out her phone and scrolled through photos of Liam's "ideal type." The images were intense. Women with dark skin, clay plates the size of dinner plates stretched into their lower lips, necks elongated by brass coils, septums stretched wide. Leaving aside the cultural context and the immense pain involved, from a purely aesthetic standpoint in modern Western society... it was extreme. But Chloe chose to believe this was Liam's specific kink rather than a brush-off. 2 "I don't know why he likes it, but I'll change for him." "No doctor in the US will do the surgery. Even the underground clinics said no. I have to go to the source." Chloe looked at me, tears glistening in her eyes. She was already moved by her own deep affection. I was about to open my mouth to scold her when a wave of phantom pain washed over me. The memory of iron bars shattering my bones and my flesh being stripped away paralyzed me. I realized I had been reborn. In my last life, I stopped her. And she killed me for it. She even used black magic to curse my soul. My mother, instead of seeking justice for me, helped Chloe dispose of my body. "Zoey, forgive your mother," she had cried over my corpse. "I've lost one daughter; I can't lose the second one to prison. If you hadn't meddled, she might be a billionaire's wife now. She has a right to be angry." Forgive my murderer? Hilarious. All my love for my family turned into ash in that moment. This time, I looked at Chloe and Mom, and I smiled encouragingly. "Chloe," I said, "Fortune favors the bold! If you can cater to Liam's taste and become Mrs. Sterling, our whole family hits the jackpot!" I pulled Mom away from Chloe's leg. "Mom, stop it. Chloe is an adult. She has her own ideas. We should support her, not crush her dreams." I turned to Chloe. "Go, sister. Mom and I will wait for you at home." In this life, I want to see exactly what kind of "happy ending" Chloe gets. 3 As expected, even without our interference, Chloe didn't go to Africa. I knew she didn't have the guts. In my past life, she texted me her entire itinerary, practically begging me to come stop her. A person truly determined to leave doesn't leave breadcrumbs. Seeing her drag her suitcase back into the house that night, I feigned surprise. "I thought you were going to the tribes? Why are you back?" She looked embarrassed. "I... I was worried some slut would steal Liam while I was gone. I need to stay in the country to keep an eye on him." Mom was relieved. "Good, good. Being home is best." But Chloe didn't give up. She ordered a horrifying amount of surgical tools, disinfectants, and stretchers online. She was going DIY. Before she started, she swallowed hard and gave us a speech about her humble love. "You know I've loved him for three years. I won't fail this time." "No matter how much it hurts, I won't stop." Facing the hammer, scalpel, lip plates, painkillers, and gauze on the bathroom floor, she looked up at us, terror in her eyes. "I might pass out from the pain. Do not come in and stop me!" She was scared. She wanted us to stop her. I patted her shoulder. "Don't worry. I won't let anyone interfere." "If Liam knows you did this for him, he'll be so moved." I walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. A second later, a scream like a slaughtered pig echoed from the bathroom. "AHHHH!" 4 To insert a lip plate, one must first remove the lower front teeth. Then, slice the lower lip from the jawline and stretch it. To prevent healing, a wooden plug is inserted. Once the wound heals around the plug, you start stretching it with larger plates. Chloe took painkillers, but the sound of her hammering her own teeth out was... distinct. I sat on the couch, watching TV, tapping my fingers to the rhythm of her screams. Mom couldn't take it. She smashed the remote on the floor, eyes red. "Your sister is suffering in there, and you're watching TV?!" I shrugged. "It's not suffering, Mom. It's an investment. She's preparing to marry into royalty. Good days are ahead." "No pain, no gain." "Besides, it's her choice. Who forced her?" Mom was speechless. She paced frantically outside the bathroom door. Every scream made her flinch. Finally, she couldn't take it. She pounded on the door. "Chloe! Stop! It's too much! Mommy can't stand it!" Chloe, speaking through a mouthful of blood, slurred, "Don't come in!" Hours later, Chloe emerged. She was holding onto the wall for support. Her face was pale as a sheet. Her lower lip was a swollen, bloody mass covering two-thirds of her face. It looked like a giant sausage. The smell of blood filled the hallway. Mom rushed to hold her, sobbing. I hid my smile in the shadows. Her suffering matched her stupidity perfectly.
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