Chapter 3
Jessica sneered, "What? Still trying to call for help?"
"Listen, unless you get on your knees and admit you were wrong, there's no way I'm letting you leave today."
Jessica grabbed my phone and hurled it to the ground, smashing it into pieces.
"Are you insane? I'm not some homewrecker!" I yelled.
But my words didn't faze them at all.
"You think being young and pretty makes you special? Let me see what makes you so irresistible, you little vixen!" Jessica spat.
With that, Jessica yanked my hair and started cutting it with the knife.
I struggled wildly, but the sharp blade sliced across my face.
"Hey, why are you bullying her?" a woman called out.
She'd been watching from the sidelines and couldn't take it anymore.
Jessica's fierce glare made the woman tremble all over.
"What, you feel bad for the homewrecker? Or are you a homewrecker too?" Jessica shot back.
Her words were so intimidating that the woman backed off.
She had to turn away and leave.
I watched as she left, and a wave of panic made me scream.
"Don't go! Call the cops! Please, help me!" I yelled.
A slap landed on my face.
A red handprint flared up on my cheek, and my head turned to the side.
Jessica gripped my chin tightly, making me face her.
"So you like to scream, huh? Let's see how loud you can scream now," Jessica taunted.
She shoved a strip of my skirt into my mouth and tied up my hands and feet, leaving me totally helpless and unable to move.
To keep me from running, she slipped off her high heel and smashed the pointed toe into my leg again and again.
The pain was so sharp that tears kept pouring out of my eyes.
Jessica and her influencer squad burst out laughing.
"Ha! Check it out, girls! This homewrecker can even cry!" Jessica jeered.
"You filthy little thing! We're doing all this so you can wash away your sins. Just get down on your knees, and maybe I'll let you go," she spat.
I stubbornly turned my head away.
Jessica waved her hand, and her influencer friends let go of me, roughly tossing me to the ground.
My feet were swollen. There was no way I could stand up.
Sweat poured from my forehead, mixing with tears that dropped heavily onto the floor.
I whimpered, writhing back and forth on the ground, struggling desperately to break free from the straps binding my hands and feet.
Jessica caught me struggling and instantly turned her phone camera to capture it.
"Girls, this is what happens to homewreckers," Jessica called out.
Her move got her a flood of likes, and the livestream numbers climbed faster than ever.
Jessica broke into a huge grin.
"Wow, even her lipstick is a high-end brand," one of Jessica's influencer buddies sneered.
She rummaged around in my purse.
I whimpered in her direction. Seeing my miserable look, a sly smirk spread across Jessica's face. Clearly, she'd just cooked up a nasty plan.
"Luxury lipstick? Like she actually deserves it," Jessica scoffed.
She uncapped my lipstick, barking at her friends to pin me down tight.
With cruel, deliberate strokes, she scrawled 'Homewrecker' and 'Slut' across my bare skin.
I curled up, desperately rubbing at my body, trying to erase those humiliating words.
But Jessica wasn't finished with me yet.
"Type 'one' in the chat if you wanna see this homewrecker dragged out and shamed. If you're not up for it, just close your eyes," Jessica jeered.
With the chat exploding with 'ones,' Jessica waved at her friends to yank me off the floor.
They were all set to drag me outside.
Seeing that I couldn't even stand up, Jessica grabbed her stiletto and went back to hammering it onto my feet.
She only stopped once she saw blood streaming down.
"Oh, look. It's blood. Guess she's not faking it," Jessica jeered.
"Too bad, but no one asked you to be a mistress," she mocked.