hapter 5
The sharp whistles out through the ar, slong into my eardrums like jagged glass. My body trembled uncontrollathy
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“Come on, slut, bark like a dog for us
1 bit down on my tongue um
tested blood, fighting against the humiliation clawing at my
throat Desperation forced the words ord me
Verthur, please, take me to the hospital
“Don’t let them do this. Don’t let them strip away the last of my dignity”
But his indifferent gaze met lee’s gloating smile, severing the last thread of hope I clung to
1 barked. The broken sound escaped against my will and just before the world went black, I saw Arthur lift his glass, taking a slow sio, completely unfazed.
“Keep her clothes on. Don’t go too far?
“Relax, Arthur. Once the drug wears off, she won’t remember a thing”
When I woke, the sterile scent of antiseptic filled my nose. My body ached from head to toe, a lingering reminder of the night before
Despair settled deep in my chest.
The door creaked open and Arthur stepped inside, his mask of gentleness back in place as if nothing had happened.
“Feeling better? You got drunk after just two sips last night. You scared me to death.”
Behind him, Isla pouted, placing a cool hand on my forehead in feigned worry.
“Don’t worry, Arthur, Beatrice is fine now”
I stared at the ceiling, my mind a battlefield of fractured memories, each piece fitting together to form a nightmare I couldn’t escape
The dress I had worn was gone, discarded, no doubt, after being ripped apart during that moment of pure degradation when I was forced to crawl and bark like a dog.
Arthur said something else, but his voice barely registered.
At some point, he finally left with Isla
“Get some rest. I’ll check on you later. If you need anything, just tell Isla.”
I lay there, rigid, staring at the ceiling as shame twisted like a knife in my chest. The memories clawed at me, each one more unbearable than the last.
After what felt like an eternity, I forced myself up, my limbs heavy with exhaustion.
I searched through the mess on the sofa, my fingers closing around my phone right beside the shredded remains of my dress
A cold dread crept down my spine as I unlocked the screen.
Someone had leaked it.
The events of last night had been plastered online for the world to see.
The
age of me on an iours, parking like a dog, was captured in perrect crainty. The half torn dress, the jeering faces, the dim, mocking glow of the lights..
Although the post had been taken down, the damage had already been done.
Too many had seen it. Too many had saved it..
The original poster had even left a message: [DM me for the video.]
At the same time, my personal information had been exposed.
My phone buzzed relentlessly, a nonstop flood of filth infecting my screen like a virus. Calls came one after another, each shrill ring pounding against my skull.
“How much for one night?”
“Your location? Where can I find you?”
“Is it free?”
“Is there a follow–up? Can you handle so many at once? Such a slut.”
My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the onslaught of vile messages, nausea twisting my stomach. My vision blurred, not from tears but from sheer exhaustion.
Without hesitation, I grabbed my ruined dress, wrapped it around my phone and hurled both into the trash can in the bathroom.
Before leaving the hospital, I borrowed a hat from a cleaning lady, pulling it low over my face.
I didn’t dare take a taxi.
The thought of a stranger recognizing me, of seeing that same sickening amusement in their eyes, made my skin crawl.
So I walked.
Three kilometers.
Every step was heavy, my legs weak, but I kept going, one foot in front of the other, until I reached my apartment.
Once inside, I dug out my old backup phone, my hands shaking as I dialed my parents. The moment they picked up, I could hear the tension in their voices.
My throat tightened. My heart ached. But not a single tear fell.
“Mom, Dad… has my application been approved? Can I come to you now?”
I couldn’t stay here any longer.
Silence stretched between us. Maybe they had already seen what was circulating back home. Maybe they knew just how far the humiliation had spread.
I
are, forcer to
I felt like a prisoner, dragged into the town square for execution, stripped endure the mockery and jeers of an unforgiving world, robbed of dignity, of humanity. Then, at last, my mother spoke.
“Come to us, sweetheart. We’ll take care of everything.”
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I felt like a prisoner, dragged into the town square for execution, stripped bare, forced to endure the mockery and jeers of an unforgiving world, robbed of dignity, of humanity.
Then, at last, my mother spoke
“Come to us, sweetheart. We’ll take care of everything”
Before boarding my flight, my phone rang again, slicing through my thoughts like a blade.
The caller ID flashed.
1 blocked the number without hesitation and shut off my phone.
I was done.
I had successfully severed myself from the chaos. With my phone turned off, I remained blissfully unaware that the hospital had plunged into turmoil.
Meanwhile, Arthur sat on the empty hospital bed, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot. The air was thick with tension as everyone who had been present last night stood on edge, trembling, including Isla.
Time dragged on before the man who had restrained my wrist yesterday finally burst into the room, panting heavily.
“Arthur… Arthur, this is bad! I asked around and it turns out the drug you used doesn’t actually erase memories after it wears off! I think we might have gone too far!”
07:50 Sun, 30 Mar
Chapter 6
