He abandoned all decorum and lunged forward to save me, but Victoria’s friends slammed the door and locked it, trapp-
ing them outside.
“Watch closely,” Victoria’s voice echoed from inside. “This is what happens to homewreckers. If any other shameless
bitch tries to get near my man, this is how you handle them!”
She dragged my broken body towards the room with the altars. The sounds of the butler’s desperate pleas faded into
the distance.
My heart turned to ash. There was no escaping this.
The Devereaux family was finished.
Victoria scanned the room, her eyes finally landing on the black rooster prepared for the ritual. I took the opportunity to break free, but I only made it a few feet before her friends dragged me back.
Victoria grabbed a golden ritual bowl from an altar and smashed it over my head.
“You bitch! Still fighting! I’ll teach you to run!”
“Break her legs, too!”
They swarmed me, their feet stomping down on my body relentlessly. Soon, I didn’t even have the strength to scream. I lay there, a heap of broken flesh.
The viewers in the livestream cheered, proclaiming how satisfying it was to watch.
Victoria then ordered, “Strip all her clothes off! Let everyone get a good look at what a real slut looks like!”
Even my underwear was torn away and thrown aside. I was completely naked.
Victoria approached, holding the ritual blade from the altar, its yew–wood handle dark in her hand. She tapped the flat of
the blade against my chest.
*This is what you use to seduce men, isn’t it? These two lumps of flesh? Let me help you get rid of them.”
The consecrated blade touched my skin. The pain was a line of white–hot fire. I instinctively twisted away, trying to esc-
ape. The blade raked across my body, tearing through skin and muscle, carving a deep gash from my chest down to my
stomach.
I lay in a pool of my own blood, on the verge of collapse.
Victoria aimed the camera at my mutilated body. “See that? This is what happens to sluts! All your witchcraft and rituals are useless against my knife!”
As she spoke, she had her friends pin me down. There was no escape. I could only watch as she pressed the blade to my chest again, carving two deep, cruel circles over my breasts, pressing so hard it felt like she was trying to pierce my heart.
The livestream was flooded with gifts and donations.
Finally, Victoria threw the knife down in frustration. “Too bad the blade is too dull to cut them off. You’re lucky!”
“The warm–up is over,” she said with a grin. “Time for the main event.”
Her friend threw the rooster onto my body. Its sharp beak instantly dug into my flesh.
“Tori’s ideas are the best! This bitch will never dare to go near Caleb again!”
*Serves her right for not knowing her place. The Devereauxs? As if she could ever dream of being one of them.”
“Forced to mate with a rooster, and broadcast to the whole world… If I were her, I’d kill myself right now.”
Still not satisfied, Victoria grabbed the rooster, preparing to force it onto me.
