The next day, I installed a small hidden camera on my bedroom shelf, pointing it toward my bed and the door.
That evening, Rebecca brought me the water again.
I drank it, closed my eyes, and waited.
The next morning, my hand hurt even more.
I immediately opened the recording.
At 2:17 a.m., my bedroom door opened.
Rebecca entered, but she wasn’t alone.
An unfamiliar man followed her, carrying a medical bag.
When I saw what they did beside my bed, my hands began trembling.
But the most terrifying part was what the man said.
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