Chapter 2

Sewing needles were stuffed into the apple flesh of the apple my sister kept in her desk drawer;

When she opened her backpack, a nest of live cockroaches crawled out from the lining;

A bloody sanitary pad appeared in her lunchbox;

From time to time, she received notes written in red ink, filled with obscenities.

My sister completely broke down.

When the teacher found out about the situation, she was furious and didn't hesitate to suspend classes to investigate the truth.

But the whole class remained silent, and the investigation reached a deadlock.

Later, the class president came up with an idea to use anonymous voting to let everyone report the culprit.

The voting results came out, and Stinky received almost all the votes.

The teacher opened his pencil case on the spot and found a whole pack of sewing needles inside. There was a nest of cockroaches kept in a plastic box in his backpack, two unopened packages of sanitary pads, and several pornographic magazines.

After Stinky was caught, the classmates began to discuss his other dirty behaviors.

Someone revealed that during morning exercises, Stinky would secretly run back to the classroom and lick my sister's cup.

Someone else said that after school, Stinky would secretly suck on my sister's chair.

Even worse, she saw Stinky staring at my sister and drooling during nap time, while touching himself down there.

After hearing this news, my sister ran to the bathroom and couldn't stop retching.

For a whole month after that, my sister stayed at home and wouldn't go anywhere, especially refusing to go to school.

The homeroom teacher brought several class officers to visit my sister and told her that the school had seriously dealt with Stinky.

Stinky's parents had already transferred him to another school, and similar incidents would never happen again.

After much comfort and assurance from various parties, my sister decided to return to class.

Stinky was indeed gone, and life seemed to return to normal.

But the psychological trauma left on my sister never healed.

She often described to us what happened in her dreams.

My sister always dreamed that in a pitch-black tunnel, there was a pair of men's eyes staring at her intently.

She ran forward with all her might, never reaching the end, and never escaping those eyes.

Because of this dream, my sister never dared to wear attractive clothes, never dared to go out after dark, and even feared boys.

But life is full of unexpected turns, and an incident during her sophomore year of high school changed her life forever.

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