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Yesterday, she'd cried about him cheating, which made Lily really angry. Yet here they were, together again in just one day?
They went into a two-story photo studio. I parked, called Lily, but she didn't believe me and demanded a photo.
I waited outside, planning to snap them leaving, but after an hour, night fell, and they didn't show up.
The studio's door was locked. I walked around it but couldn't find any other exits. They were still inside.
I considered leaving, but after yesterday's fight, returning without proof would make Lily think I was causing trouble.
Looking at the exterior pipes of the studio, I decided to climb to the second floor.
Through a curtain gap, I peered inside—and froze.
The room was a studio. Three men were in the center. Two were tied up and lying on the floor, and one, who looked beaten up, was kneeling, crying, with a gag in his mouth and shaking his head.
When he turned, I recognized Ryan Carter.
Nearby, a dozen women sat on the floor. I couldn't see their faces clearly through the curtain.
I wasn't sure if Claire was a victim, so I prepared to climb down and call the police.
Then, a familiar voice rang out:" Sisters, what's our Purge Club's mission?"
My blood ran cold. It was Claire.
The women shouted," Kill all scumbags, all cheaters! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
A woman walked up to Ryan. Her graceful figure was unmistakable—Claire.
"You know you're wrong now?"
Ryan nodded frantically, tears streaming.
"Your turn."
Claire's voice was sultry, but chilling. She held a short knife and traced it along Ryan's neck.
He wet himself in fear.
"How should I kill you? Stab or slit? Pick one."
Her face turned, revealing a gleeful, deranged expression.
Ryan squirmed, bound and helpless.
The women chanted," Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Through the glass, I saw Claire's arm swing. Ryan collapsed.
I nearly screamed and started climbing down. In my panic, I slipped and grabbed the sill but slammed the window.
Bang!
Footsteps approached.
