The Butterfly Effect - Part 5: A Warning

When Yang Youyou woke up, she felt unwell all over, and her whole body ached. She frowned and habitually reached for her phone by the pillow, but she didn't find anything. Instead, she felt a strange, pulling pain in a particular spot. She lay on the bed for a moment, stunned, and then stopped moving.
Her inner thigh muscles were very sore, as if she had done some intense splits, causing a stretch, but she couldn't remember exercising at all. And then, areas that shouldn't hurt were also aching. Her inner thighs and lower buttocks felt sticky and uncomfortable. Could it be that she hadn't realized her period had started? But it wasn't due for another three to five days.
Exhaustion made her unwilling to move, and her puzzled hand reached down to her buttocks. Her fingers touched a layer of dried foreign matter, and at the same time, they felt a layer of dampness.
What is this? Yang Youyou withdrew her hand and held it up to her eyes. The curtains were still drawn, so she couldn't see clearly, but the sticky feeling on her fingers and the strong bitter taste made her nerves skip a beat for a second. What is this? She frowned and suddenly sat up in bed.
"Ugh—" Her buttocks were suddenly subjected to force, which pulled at her already ravaged anus. A cry of pain made her remain in a half-sitting position, too afraid to move any further.
The thin blanket covering her slipped off, revealing her naked body. Yang Youyou was completely stunned. She always slept in her pajamas, and she remembered looking at some documents before going to bed last night…
Suddenly, a warm, thick substance slid out of her vagina. Her eyes widened, and she stared blankly at the opposite wall for a long time before finally grasping the key point—had she been violated?
Her heart pounded like a drum in her chest, her breathing became rapid, and even her lungs seemed to begin to ache with a stringy pain.
No. Absolutely not! She threw back the covers and rummaged through the bed for her pajamas and underwear, but there was nothing there except for the blankets and two pillows. Ignoring the discomfort her body was screaming for, Yang Youyou got off the mattress without even touching it. Her weak legs almost made her kneel down as soon as they touched the ground.
A stream of hot liquid slid down her thigh, carrying the bitter, fishy smell she had just caught. Yang Youyou squeezed her eyes shut; she didn't want to believe this was real. She must be dreaming, having a bizarre, absurd nightmare. She needed to wake up quickly. She had so much work to do, so many things to do…
The gradually cooling mucus had slid down to her ankles, and then another gush of warm fluid lingered in her vagina overflowed. Yang Youyou lifted her foot and walked out of the bedroom step by step with determination, heading straight for the bathroom, her gaze never wavering.
She changed into the bathroom slippers, and inadvertently, some white, sticky fluid that had dripped onto her feet got into her eyes. She calmly ignored it and walked a few steps to the mirror.
The woman in the mirror was naked, with her long, black hair falling loosely over her shoulders, covering her bare skin but not the scattered hickeys on her body—neck, breasts, abdomen, waist, and even the base of her legs.
Such a body knows what has happened without even having to say a word.
Yang Youyou's nose stung, and she trembled uncontrollably as if struck by lightning. Her heart was pounded, and waves of dull pain made it hard to breathe. Anger, resentment, confusion, blankness... She stared at herself in the mirror, and the complex emotions overwhelmed her brain, all her composure vanishing.
Her fingers gripped the edge of the sink tightly, her teeth grinding together. In a wave of dizziness, she finally closed her reddened eyes. Her thoughts slowly returned. She was a lawyer; she knew better than anyone what she was going through, the process of accepting and hearing such cases, and, most importantly, what she would have to face in the future if she chose to call the police.
Even if she knew who raped her, the inaction of some police officers could easily push a victim towards self-harm or even suicide. They would criticize the victim: why were they dressed inappropriately? Why were they walking alone at night? Why didn't they run away? Why didn't they resist?... They would constantly persuade the victim to choose reconciliation, because the rape had already happened, and no one was dead or injured, so why bother with the legal process? Making a scene would benefit no one, especially the victim. "Will you have any shame after this? Will you still be able to face society?"... When such things happen to others, she can calmly advise them. But when it happens to her, she realizes how powerless advice is.
Why her? Yang Youyou couldn't help but keep asking herself this question. Her knuckles turned white, and her whole body trembled. On one hand, she wanted to strangle her unconscious self from last night, and on the other hand, she wanted to find the rapist and stab him a few times to vent her anger. Disgusting! Filthy! Just thinking about who could have done such a beastly thing to her and maliciously left so many traces of evidence made her want to vomit.
Yang Youyou vomited. Even though nothing was left in her stomach, she still vomited bitter bile into the toilet. Tears welled up and streamed down her face. She was extremely emotional on one hand, and extremely calm on the other. These two emotions were tearing her mind apart, leaving her confused and unable to think clearly. She squatted on the ground, clutching her head, and desperately pulled at her hair in agony.
Now, what should she do? Report it to the police? Or not? Does she have the heart to endure all the delays, doubts, and slander that come with reporting it? Does she have the courage to pretend this case never happened? And who is the perpetrator, and what was their motive for committing this crime against her? And where did it happen—in her own home…?
Yang Youyou suddenly stood up in fright, a chill creeping up her body from her feet to the top of her head. How did the other person get in? Had they been lurking in the house before she returned last night, or after she fell asleep? Or were they still in the house right now?
This was her home, an environment she once felt safe in, which suddenly sent chills down her spine. Her heart leaped into her throat. She slowly turned her head, glancing over the small bathroom, which was less than four square meters in size. There was nothing unusual about it.
There were no clothes to wear in the bathroom, so she immediately locked the door with bated breath. She was terrified; having never experienced anything unexpected before, she was gripped by fear and trembled all over. Time passed, perhaps a long time, perhaps a short time, and Yang Youyou heard nothing but her own heartbeat. Trembling, she mustered her courage, opened the bathroom door, rushed into the kitchen across the street, grabbed a kitchen knife, and gripped it tightly in her hand.
The curtains in the living room weren't drawn, but even with the poor visibility, the clearly laid-out furniture couldn't hide a living person. The kitchen and bathroom, with their simple furnishings, were also unsuitable for hiding.
Yang Youyou gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort her body was experiencing, and quietly approached the bedroom.

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