The day after I turned down his confession, he used his authority to make my life miserable at every turn.
I reported him to the police, but with no evidence, the female principal swept it under the rug.
“You girls make a big deal out of everything. Why would he confess to you instead of someone else? You must have done something to encourage him!”
“Enough. We all know Weize didn’t do this. Get back to military training.”
My period had started, but the person in charge wouldn’t let me take time off. Instead, he subjected me to sadistic physical punishment.
“So dramatic. Your stomach just hurts. Do you see any of the boys asking for leave?”
“I bet she’s faking it.”
The crowd burst into laughter.
My lower abdomen throbbed with pain. I didn’t have the strength to argue with him, so I tried to leave anyway.
Claiming he was going to teach me a lesson, he forced me to stand under the 39-degree sun for two hours.
In the end, I collapsed from heatstroke.
“Yaoyao fainted. I’ll take her to the infirmary.”
My roommate seized the chance to get me out of there, but they stopped her.
“No need.”
A bucket of ice water was dumped over my head. He sneered.
“See? You’re not faking it anymore, are you? Get up and get back to training!”
My face was deathly pale, and I was bleeding uncontrollably. When my mother arrived from the base and saw what had happened, she went berserk.
