“You whore! I’m divorcing you!”
Monica, satisfied with her scheme, laughed in the shadows.
She patted Ryan’s back soothingly.
“There, there. I’ll help you vent your anger.”
She waved, and two burly security guards stepped forward.
They twisted my arms painfully behind my back.
Fear chilled me as I struggled in vain—
the difference in strength left me helpless.
Ignoring my cries and the horrified stares of guests, they dragged me into a side room.
I tried to escape, but Monica slammed the door shut.
In the darkness, her smile twisted.
“They say unfaithful women stink. Do you smell it?”
The guards smirked.
“Yeah, reeks.”
“Ugh, wouldn’t touch her even if she were free!”
Monica raised her stiletto and kicked me hard in the stomach.
“You hear that? Since they said it, I’ll help disinfect you.”
“Better brace yourself.”
Pain wracked my body as I curled up on the floor.
“Emily, you’d better endure it. I’m doing you a favor—keeping your filth from polluting the air.”
Monica’s vicious laughter filled the room.
She opened a bottle of bleach, the acrid, corrosive stench overwhelming the air.
I shuddered.
“Stop! If you dare touch me, my friend will expose your video with Ryan to the public!”