Alice picked up her phone, leaned in front of me, and made a victory sign towards the foreign audience in the live stream room.
She smiled and said, "Guys, this is what happens to mistresses.
"If you feel satisfied, please type and send 1. If you want us to beat her up harder, type and send 2."
The people in Alice's live stream room were almost as crazy as her. They had no bottom line.
[How could a mistress be so arrogant? Good job, Alice!]
[People like her don't deserve to be mothers!]
[Punishing her is not enough! Get rid of the bastard she's carrying!]
Under the instigation of the bullet comments, the crowd kicked me harder in the stomach.
I curled up in the corner, desperately protecting my belly, begging them.
"You can hit me and humiliate me however you want.
"Please spare my unborn child."
My pleas only brought about intensified humiliation and torture.
My hair was all pulled out, blood flowing down my scalp.
They brought urine from the bathroom and poured it all over me.
I was tortured to the brink of death, curled up in the corner, glaring at Alice.
Alice sneered, "Well, well. You seem unconvinced.
"Drag this bitch out and let everyone see her."
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