They lifted them and hurled them to the ground, where they shattered into countless fragments.
One by one, they slashed at the Chanel dresses and Hermès bags with scissors.
They were like robbers entering my villa.
The once-pristine villa was transformed into a battlefield of shattered dreams and broken treasures.
It was futile to appeal to reason with these vengeful souls. As their ire reached a crescendo, I resigned myself to the inevitable and dialed the police.
Yet, before the call could connect, a vigilant spectator lunged forward, wresting my phone from my grasp and shattering it on the ground.
"You dare to call the police? How audacious of you, a mistress who hides in the shadows!"
"From the moment you embraced this role, you should have foreseen the retribution that would follow."
"That's right! Don't delude yourself into thinking that being a mistress is beyond reproach. We, the arbiters of the digital realm, are the executioners of justice to punish you!"
The audience erupted in a frenzy of approval. The comments section was awash with exclamations of "Thrilling!" and "Bravo!"
[This is how you punish a mistress. It's really cool!]