Chapter 2When I Felt What She Felt

The world I had lived in for eighteen years was nothing more than a trashy, erotic webnovel.

The female lead they were talking about was the transfer student, Seraphina Jones. Blessed with a unique tolerance for pain, she was perfectly "compatible" with the oversized male lead, Caleb Thorne. The plot had already arranged for them to be intimately involved.

And I was the villainous side character, created by the author for one purpose: to act as a pain sponge for the female lead, a tool to heighten their twisted pleasure.

Suddenly, all the mysterious injuries made sense.

The ligature marks on my neck last week? I’d dismissed them as my pajama strings getting tangled in my sleep.

The whip-like marks on my back the other day? I’d convinced myself I’d scraped against the carved headboard.

And the tearing pain in my lower body yesterday… I had been terrified I’d contracted some horrible disease.

It was only now, with the explosive agony during the competition and the floating comments, that the horrifying truth dawned on me.

I looked at the fresh bruises on my wrist and the red marks on my chest—they looked exactly like fingerprints, left by someone’s forceful grip.

The realization of where these marks came from sent a wave of nausea through me. God, it was disgusting. I stumbled to the trash can and threw up until my stomach was empty.

According to the comments, Sera and Caleb were going to ramp things up before the final college entrance exams, causing me so much pain that I’d collapse and miss them entirely.

Sera would get into a top university, starting a new chapter with Caleb. My ending? I would believe I had some strange, incurable illness, and unable to bear the gossip and shame, I would commit suicide, conveniently no longer "bothering" the male lead.

Perfect. Just perfect.

Except… who ever said I liked the male lead?

My gaze fell on the fruit knife on my nightstand. I ran my thumb along the blade. The moment the steel broke my skin, a single bead of blood, warm and crimson, rolled onto the sheet.

Tomorrow, I would have my answer.