Chapter 5
Stephanie’s best friend exclaimed in surprise:
“Samantha refuses? Well, she’s an heiress now! Our plebeian kindness deserves to be trampled!”
Gritting my teeth, I struggled: “I don’t…”
Hesitation flickered in Jack’s eyes.
But Stephanie’s tears began trickling down:
“Jack, this family despises me! I’ll take Tao–tao and wander like five years. ago!”
Her weeping flooded Jack with renewed guilt.
Ignoring my trembling terror, he wiped my tears with his thumb, soothing:
“Let them paint. My pregnant wife glows so beautifully. I’ll have one painted too.”
“I’ll wait outside. Call and I’ll rush in!”
Envy and resentment flashed in Stephanie’s gaze.
Soon, she used the excuse of clearing the venue to push Jack out the door.
My refusal was drowned out by the crowd’s chattering voices.
“Take off your clothes!”
Goosebumps covered my skin under their malicious stares.
Just as I was about to scream for help, Stephanie punched me hard in the stomach.
Burning pain spread from my abdomen to my limbs as darkness flickered before my eyes.
Tears streamed down uncontrollably.
Stephanie only grew more excited, giggling with malice as she pushed thirty sewing needles halfway into my lower belly.
“Sister, if these thin needles slip all the way in, they’ll travel through the bloodstream straight to your heart… You don’t want to die, do you? Play along while I finish this drawing, and I’ll pull them out.”
I desperately gasped for air, my mouth wide open.
Like a bloated toad, drawing bursts of mocking laughter from the crowd.
Yet the pain left me speechless.
My limbs kept convulsing, ruining the painter’s mood.
“Quit squirming! How am I supposed to paint like this?”
“Shit! She’s still as dumb as she was in school–always does the opposite of what she’s told!”
Exchanging glances, they leaned in to whisper near Stephanie’s ear.
Snickers erupted immediately.
My heart sank as I saw them approaching with markers.
“Wh…at…”
*Smack!* “Shut up!”
I felt cold sensations crawling across my skin.
Soon, filthy words covered my entire body:
“SEWER RAT” “SLUT” “MASTER’S WHORE”
Stephanie chuckled darkly: “Wasn’t this how Jack played with you on
your
first time? My idea, you know.”
As consciousness faded, someone raised a phone to start a live stream.
Holy crap, the viewer count just skyrocketed!
“Stephanie, comments say she’s wearing too much! And not moving, how boring.”
After exchanging malicious glances, countless heavy punches landed on my stomach.
My whole body felt hollowed out with gaping holes, torn apart like a bloodied rag doll.
With my last ounce of strength, I finally managed a blood–curdling scream:
“Jack!”
He promised me… if I called, he’d come running…
Accompanying my gushing tears was the final crushing disappointment.
Jack just banged loudly on the door: “Katherine, stop being stubborn!
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Listen to Stephanie, you’ll look gorgeous!”
Someone clamped a hand over their mouth, doubled I
Over with laughter.
Stephanie stared at the unstoppable blood pooling beneath me, shouting
back:
“Relax, sis is on her period! Just change your pad!”
Jack’s furrowed brows instantly smoothed.
Thinking of Samantha’s increasingly radiant face during her pregnancy, and the long–awaited child in her womb.
He hummed a cheerful tune.
As Stephanie twirled scissors in her fingers, approaching to cut away my last two garments,
I gasped weakly:
“You’ll….. regret….. this…..”
Stephanie seemed startled I’d threaten her in such a pitiful state.
Roaring, she slammed thirty steel needles into my abdomen’s subcutaneous layer.
Outside the door, Jack’s humming abruptly ceased.
His teeth chattered uncontrollably–his wife was pregnant, so how could she possibly have her period?
