She Stole My Pain, So I Took Her to Antarctica Chapter 03
They kept me in the pool with my hands and feet bound so tightly I could not move.
If my sensations had been normal, the cold water might have felt like relief.
But my body was still burning.
Several men brought ice and kept shoving it into my mouth.
“Erin, didn’t you say you were hot? We’re cooling you down.”
They burst into laughter.
“I know a better way to cool her down. Maybe tonight we can help her another way.”
“Planning to keep her all to yourself, Mike?”
“Come on, Jack. I wouldn’t dare. Maybe tonight we all take turns…”
The longer they talked, the sicker I felt.
Logan finally stopped them.
“Enough.”
The men fell silent at once, but their eyes still crawled over my body.
Logan stood at the edge of the pool and looked down at me. A thin, fake pity flickered in his eyes.
“Erin, be good. Stop making trouble.”
“It’ll be fine after a while.”
He made it sound as if he were doing me a favor.
It turned my stomach.
I knew exactly what he meant.
In my last life, after I died, my body rotted away in that room. My soul floated above it, trapped and unable to move.
Two months after my death, my bedroom door finally opened.
Vivian covered her nose in disgust and ordered someone to take away my body. Then, when no one else was around, she said, “System, cancel the sensation swap.”
“Erin, your greatest purpose in this life was helping me become an influencer with tens of millions of followers. Now that I’ve succeeded, it’s time for you to leave the stage.”
Only then did I learn that every abnormal thing happening to my body had been caused by her.
Once she became an influencer with tens of millions of followers, she would switch our sensations back.
It would be fine after a while?
Like hell it would.
“Logan, the thing I regret most in this life is ever being with you.”
I had brought danger right to my own door.
I had helped them hurt me.
But in this life, I would never let them go.
The last trace of false pity vanished from Logan’s face. His eyes darkened.
I knew what he was remembering: every time someone said he only got opportunities because of his girlfriend’s resources.
He hated it.
But he had always believed that a spoiled woman like me would have no one but him willing to put up with her.
“Since you’re so determined to fight me,” he said, “stay in the water and learn your lesson.”
I was trapped there, caught between the heat burning through my body and the suffocating pressure of the water. My skin soaked until it felt swollen and numb.
I shouted until my throat burned.
No one answered.
Logan’s crude friends started laughing again.
“Stop yelling. You could scream yourself hoarse and no one would come.”
“Is she trying to get our attention? That voice is something else.”
Rage and panic crashed through me.
At last, I passed out.
When I woke up, the same suffocating heat still filled my body.
A moment later, I realized I was in a basement.
Logan stood at the door and looked at me as if I were nothing more than a problem to be locked away.
“Erin, this basement stays around sixty degrees Fahrenheit all year. You’ll stay here for the next month.”
Then he turned away.
The heavy door slammed shut.
Furious, I threw everything within reach against the wall. Glass and metal shattered across the floor.
I gripped the diamond bracelet on my left wrist, ready to activate it.
Then the surveillance camera on the wall flashed red.
My heart sank.
I stopped at once and stared at the camera, pretending to be afraid.i