My campus queen roommate wanted to keep a snake in our dorm room. I hurried to warn her, telling her it was a banded krait, highly venomous, and urged her to get rid of it right away, or I’d have to notify the Resident Advisor.

But the campus queen just laughed, insisting the snake was gentle and harmless.

A few nights later, she suddenly tied me to the bed, ripped off my clothes, and tossed the snake into my sheets. With a cruel glare, she snapped, “Lily Carter, this snake isn’t poisonous at all. But you told the RA it was venomous, and now I have to get rid of it tomorrow? Fine—let’s see for yourself if it’s poisonous!”

I was bitten several times by the venomous snake!

Just then, my boyfriend walked into the dorm. I frantically called out for help.

Jason Miller only looked at me with contempt. “Amanda said it’s not poisonous. You still went to the RA? Sit here and reflect on yourself.”

He then took Amanda White to go hiking to watch the sunrise.

The next morning, when they came back, I was already dead in the dorm bed.

Jason and the other two roommates covered for Amanda. They spread rumors online that I lived a chaotic private life, cheated on multiple men, and even had affairs, claiming I died because of an HIV outbreak. With such lies, no case was ever opened.

The story spread online. Soon, I was cyberbullied and trended as a scandal. Netizens mocked me as promiscuous and said I deserved to die.

Some even spray-painted insults on my parents’ house, calling me a disgrace.

In the end, my parents, unable to endure the humiliation, both died—my father from a stroke, my mother from a fatal fall.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the very day Amanda carried the snake cage into our dorm.

This time, I didn’t warn her. I even smiled and praised the snake, then secretly looked for a place to live outside.

…

“Lily, what do you mean? Are you saying this snake is poisonous?”

Still trembling from phantom pain, I heard Amanda’s displeased voice.

She stood before me in a short, revealing skirt, holding a cage with the snake inside.

The snake was half a meter long, dark brown with silvery bands circling its body, its round pupils scanning the room.

Seeing this familiar scene, my whole body shuddered—I realized I had been reborn. I was back at the moment Amanda first brought the snake into the dorm.

In my previous life, I had identified it as a banded krait, a neurotoxic snake capable of killing humans. Worried, I urged Amanda to get rid of it before it harmed someone.

But she ignored me and continued raising it.

At night, the snake slithered around, hissing inside the dorm.

One morning, Amanda suddenly accused me of reporting her to the RA. The RA ordered her to remove the snake.

I denied it, and Amanda pretended to let it go.

But that night, she tied me to the bed, stripped my clothes, and released the banded krait into my sheets.

Its cold body slithered against my bare skin, its belly muscles tightening as it flicked its tongue across me. I screamed in terror.

Jason walked in just then. I pleaded for help.

But he remained unmoved. “So Amanda keeps a snake. It’s not poisonous. Why did you tell the RA? You need to reflect on yourself.”

But I had never reported her. They didn’t believe me, and then left to watch the sunrise.

And once again, I was bitten to death in the dorm by the venomous snake.

When they returned the next morning, they found my body—eyes open, bleeding from my ears, nose, and mouth.

Amanda gasped in shock. Jason quickly tried to calm her.

Then he and the two other roommates helped Amanda fabricate an alibi. They spread lies that I lived recklessly, hooking up with men at nightclubs, and eventually contracted a fatal disease, dying of HIV.

The university brushed it aside. The police never investigated.

The story leaked online, and even after my death, I was cyberbullied mercilessly. People called me a slut, said I was filthy, and that I deserved to die.

Some enraged strangers even spray-painted vulgar slurs on my parents’ home, asking how they could give birth to someone so shameful.

Eventually, my parents couldn’t bear the humiliation and grief—one died of a stroke, the other fell to their death.

Back in this life, I was determined to see Amanda’s downfall.

But just now, I had blurted out that her snake was a venomous banded krait.

Emily Brown stared at me in shock. “Lily, what are you saying? There’s no way it’s poisonous.”

Sophia Davis also nodded. “The snake is cute. Amanda even named it Bubbles. Don’t spread rumors.”

Though they feared the snake too, they didn’t dare offend Amanda. After all, Amanda had money. She often treated them to food, bubble tea, and even bought them pads, moisturizer, and sunscreen.

In my past life, when I said it was poisonous, Amanda grew angry and they sided with her, leaving me isolated.

This time, I coughed lightly and smiled. “Amanda, Bubbles is adorable. How could it be poisonous? Emily and Sophia were just joking with me, saying it was venomous, so I repeated it.”

The two froze, stunned by my words. Amanda’s expression brightened instantly.

Not long after, I received messages from Emily and Sophia in our private group chat without Amanda:

Emily: “Lily, why did you say that? By the way, the snake really is a banded krait. It’s dangerous. Please tell Amanda to get rid of it!”

Sophia: “If she doesn’t listen, just tell the RA and have her punished!”

They both knew it was poisonous.

But they never dared confront Amanda. Instead, they always pushed me, the “nice one,” to speak up.

That was how I died last time—listening to them.

Amanda looked at me and smiled. “So Lily, you don’t mind me keeping the snake in the dorm?”

“Bubbles is so cute. Why would I mind? I’m thrilled.” I replied.

Emily and Sophia panicked in the group chat.

Sophia: “Lily, are you blind? It’s venomous!”

Emily: “If it bites someone, it’ll be trouble!”

In that group, they often gossiped about Amanda, saying her money came from questionable sources, that she had several sugar daddies, and worked at nightclubs.

I sent a tongue-out emoji, then took a screenshot.

Realizing their mistake, they scrambled to cover up:

Emily: “Lily, we were joking. Of course Bubbles isn’t poisonous.”

I replied with a laughing-crying emoji.

Satisfied that no one objected, Amanda set the cage on the dorm balcony and fed the snake.

I headed off to class, and afterward, found an apartment for rent near campus.

The landlords were an elderly couple, kind enough to rent it to me for just two hundred dollars, seeing I was a young student.

After staying there for three or four days, I returned to the dorm one night to pack my belongings.

On the balcony, I noticed the cage lock had been cracked open by the snake!

My stomach tightened—the cage could no longer contain it.

“Lily, where have you been these past days? Are you avoiding us because you think the snake is poisonous?” Emily asked as they came in.

“No, not at all.”

Amanda frowned, unconvinced. “Not at all? Then feed it.”

Emily quickly messaged in the group chat: “Lily, Amanda’s snake crawls around at night. We’re terrified.”

Sophia: “If it bites someone, it’ll be serious. Please tell the RA to scold her!”

I said nothing, picked up some food, and walked toward the cage.

The snake’s vertical pupils glared at me coldly.

I forced myself to drop the food inside.

Seeing the snake eat, Amanda looked pleased.

Emily, however, grew angry. “Amanda, Lily tossed the food in from afar, like she’s scared of it.”

Sophia agreed. “Exactly. She’s afraid it’s poisonous and might tell the RA, making you throw it away.”

Amanda’s face darkened. “Lily, why did you throw it from so far?”

Feigning innocence, I smiled. “I had lotion on my hands. I wasn’t sure if it would irritate the snake.”

“Bubbles is so sweet. I’ll pet it myself.”

I reached in and stroked the snake.

Emily and Sophia stared, dumbfounded.

How could I dare touch it?

Only I knew—from my past life—that after feeding, the snake temporarily tolerated me. But that wouldn’t last long.

I seized the chance to strike back. “Amanda, maybe Emily and Sophia think it’s poisonous? After all, I haven’t seen them touch it.”

Their faces blanched.

Amanda narrowed her eyes. “I knew it—you two never get close to Bubbles. Are you trying to say it’s poisonous?”

Both trembled in fear.

Emily stammered, “N-no, I’ll touch it too.”

She opened the cage, lifted the snake, and even rubbed it against her face.

The snake flicked its tongue, glaring coldly. Emily’s face turned white.

“See? I never said it was poisonous.” She quickly shoved it back.

Amanda then turned to Sophia.

Sophia, who feared anything creepy or crawly, paled in terror.

Amanda smirked. “What are you afraid of? I kiss it all the time. It’s tame and won’t bite. Why don’t you kiss it too?”

Sophia’s clothes were soaked in sweat.

“It—it won’t bite?”

“Of course not.”

Shaking, Sophia brought the snake close and kissed its body.

Amanda scowled. “I meant its mouth.”

Sophia’s lips quivered, but she obeyed, kissing the snake’s head as it hissed, tongue flicking.

Terrified, she nearly wet herself.

The snake, luckily well-fed, didn’t attack.

She quickly put it back. Amanda nodded in satisfaction. “Good. Then I won’t make the snake bite you two in the future.”