The fire consumed everything. It wasn' t an accident. I lit it myself, watching the flames devour the apartment where I' d cried for so many nights, wiping away the misery. Across the room, Tiffany Chen, my former roommate and so-called friend, was tied to a chair, her eyes wide with terror, her expensive clothes torn and dirty. She was the one who lured me, a naive college kid struggling with tuition and rent, into her family' s predatory online loan scheme. She promised quick cash, easy approval, a solution to all my problems. Instead, the money never materialized, the interest rates ballooned to illegal levels, and the "online loan" turned into a hundred-thousand-dollar nightmare. When I couldn't pay, she forced me into her family' s "club" -a hellhole where rich men paid to do whatever they wanted, and I was just another girl forced to endure their hands. But that wasn't enough. She released photos and videos of me online, sending them to my university and my quiet hometown. The shame broke my parents; my father died of a heart attack, and my mother drowned herself a week later. With nothing left to lose, I found Tiffany, doused her apartment in gasoline, and watched her scream as the flames reached her. Then, a blinding light, a jolt, and I gasped awake, not in a burning apartment, but in my old dorm room. Tiffany Chen sat at her desk, putting on makeup, looking young, happy, and completely innocent. "Bad dream?" she asked, with the same smile that started my nightmare. The date on her digital clock confirmed it: I was back at the very beginning. This time, I was ready to play a different game.
The fire consumed everything.
It wasn' t an accident. I lit it myself, watching the flames devour the apartment where I' d cried for so many nights, wiping away the misery.
Across the room, Tiffany Chen, my former roommate and so-called friend, was tied to a chair, her eyes wide with terror, her expensive clothes torn and dirty.
She was the one who lured me, a naive college kid struggling with tuition and rent, into her family' s predatory online loan scheme.
She promised quick cash, easy approval, a solution to all my problems.
Instead, the money never materialized, the interest rates ballooned to illegal levels, and the "online loan" turned into a hundred-thousand-dollar nightmare.
When I couldn't pay, she forced me into her family' s "club" -a hellhole where rich men paid to do whatever they wanted, and I was just another girl forced to endure their hands.
But that wasn't enough. She released photos and videos of me online, sending them to my university and my quiet hometown.
The shame broke my parents; my father died of a heart attack, and my mother drowned herself a week later.
With nothing left to lose, I found Tiffany, doused her apartment in gasoline, and watched her scream as the flames reached her.
Then, a blinding light, a jolt, and I gasped awake, not in a burning apartment, but in my old dorm room.
Tiffany Chen sat at her desk, putting on makeup, looking young, happy, and completely innocent.
"Bad dream?" she asked, with the same smile that started my nightmare.
The date on her digital clock confirmed it: I was back at the very beginning.
This time, I was ready to play a different game.
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