Chapter 1

I uncovered Julian’s secret.

There was a stunningly beautiful woman locked away in his house.

Right now, I was peering through the crack of a door, watching him repeatedly whip her delicate body.

The woman whimpered in low, choked sobs, but Julian showed no signs of stopping.

In the dim light, the floor was mottled with bloodstains.

“Please, just kill me. Let me go,” the woman pleaded, lifting a blood-smeared face, her eyes vacant as she stared at Julian.

Julian sneered, grabbing her hair and slamming his fist into her face.

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I recoiled in horror, stepping back and kicking a bottle.

At that exact moment, Julian whipped his head around, his dark eyes fixating on where I was.

Luckily, I had already ducked into a closet, so he didn’t see me.

Julian pushed the door open and walked out.

His profile was chillingly grim.

I hid in the closet, barely daring to breathe.

Julian slowly turned his head, and I saw his gaze linger on my hiding spot.

My heart hammered against my ribs.

Thankfully, Julian only looked for a few seconds before moving his eyes and walking back inside.

This time, I heard him lock the door.

From inside, the woman’s terrified screams erupted.

I didn’t dare come out, trembling in my hiding place.

Fifteen minutes later, Julian emerged.

I watched his every move through the gap in the closet door.

Julian coolly lit a cigarette. Then, with a look of pure disgust and indifference, he stripped off his clothes, revealing the toned physique that once made my heart race.

He went upstairs.

He also locked the basement door.

I was trapped in the basement by Julian.

Only when the sounds from upstairs completely faded did I crawl out of the closet.

Today was our hundred-day anniversary.

I had planned to surprise Julian by sneaking into his house early, but I never imagined I’d stumble upon such a horrifying scene.

I was utterly terrified.

I wanted to go in and check on the woman’s injuries, but the door was securely fastened with a heavy lock.

The woman was still alive.

I could hear faint moans.

Lowering my voice, I whispered through the door, “Don’t worry, I’ll call the police and get you out.”

The moans from inside instantly ceased.

Clearly, the person inside was shocked by my presence.

Then, broken, hesitant words came from within.

“No…don’t call the police.”

I didn't understand.

Why couldn't I call the police?

Even though I still loved Julian, this was clearly illegal confinement.

I knelt down and peered through the door crack.

I saw a pair of dark, bloodshot eyes.

The woman was also lying on the floor, staring directly at me.

“You’re his…girlfriend?” the woman said with effort.

I nervously mumbled, “Yeah.”

The woman continued with difficulty, “I know where he keeps the keys here. They’re in that red bucket over there, there’s a spare key.”

Following the woman’s instructions, I went to a red metal bucket.

Sure enough, I found a key.

And many burnt photos.

I picked up the key and these photos, almost all burned in half.

The pictures were gruesome.

They showed the horrific states of various women before they died, along with severed limbs.

“Your boyfriend is a sick serial killer,” the woman’s voice came from inside the room.

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