how long this bitch can keep up this act!”
Chapter 9
The knife was quickly brought over. As Shannon saw the sharp blade in Elsie’s hand, a chill crawled up her spine.
“what are you doing? What are you doing
she tried to shoot, but all that came out was a hoarse whisper. She wanted to escape, but Elsie’s friends had a firm grip on her shoulder, holding her down.
Helpless and desperate, she was pinned to the ground. Her eyes were wide open as she watched Elsie step closer with the knife in hand.
“What am I doing? I’m going to ruin that pretty face of yours, of course. Let’s see if you still dare to have plastic surgery to look like me!”
With that, Elsie raised the knife and slashed it across Shannon’s face with all her strength.
The blade cut deep, down to the bone. Shannon couldn’t hold back the agonized scream.
But before she could recover, Elsie raised the knife and slashed her face again.
Our slash, two slashes, three slashes..
Even as Shannon’s face was slashed 52 times, Elsie didn’t stop. Shannon’s cries echoed through the room, but the group showed no mercy.
Shammon could hear the sickening sound of the knife cutting through her skin. She could feel the blood streaming down her face, leaving cold trails.
And she could clearly see the twisted, sadistic smiles on their faces.
The air reeked of blood, and her face was a mangled mess. Her whole body convulsed involuntarily, twitching in pain.
But Elsie wasn’t done. She sent one of her friends to the ldtchen to make a bucket of chill water, then shoved Shannon’s bloodied face Into the liquid.
Shannon let out a piercing scream. It was a sound so raw that it felt like an invisible hand was squeezing the life out of anyone who heard it.
The pain was unbearable:
But Elsie laughed maniacally. She even pulled out her phone to take pictures.
“Hahaha! Look at the mess you are now. You make me sick. Now that your face is nained, let’s see if you still dare to seduce Caspian.”
Shannon pared her lips, but no words came out. She lay in a pool of blood like a broken ragdoll, her breath faint.
One of Elsie’s friends leaned in close and barely heard Shannon whisper, “You… will.. regret this…”
Everyone couldn’t help but feel a shiver of fear. “Elsie, don’t you think this is getting a bit out of hand? Mr. Bellwether won’t blame you, will he?
Elsie sneered, aussing her armu as she watched Shannan, completely unconcemed. “Blame me? Caspian loves me so much. How could he blame me for something this small? And I’m carrying his child. It’s like a free pass. Did you forget how much he cares about me?”
Her friends nodded in agreement, no longer worried.
Elsie kicked Shannon, who lay motionless on the floor. “I’m waming you. Not everyone can make Casplan fall for them. You might as well forget about your little plans to climb the social ladder. Since you’re so desperate for men, I’ll find you a few.”
After saying that, Elsie picked up her phone and called over a few homeless men.
As she looked at those men with yellow teeth and foul stench, she smiled with satisfaction and pointed at the bloodied Shannon on the ground.
“She’s yours now. Her face is ruined, but her body’s still good. Do whatever you want with her past don’t kill her.”
The homeless men, starved for years, didn’t mind Shannon’s condition. Their mouths watched as they pounced on her.
Li: a flash, her dress was tomto shreds.
They ugled her body, eyes glowing with hunger.
As they fought to touch her and lick her skin, Shannon could do nothing but lie there. She had no energy to light back at all.
Their hands grew bolder, moving lower.
In the haze of her mind, she wensed to see that summer again.
She had climbed the wall to pick flowers and scraped her knees.
Just a small tricide of blood had made the young man, who always had eyes only far ber, red–eyed with worry.
He catetully applied medicine with a cotton swab, blowing gently on her wound as he did in.
“Babe, don’t hurt yourself again. If you’re in pain, 1’ll be in more pain.”
Tears slowly tricked from the comers of Shamon’s eyes, flowing over the gruesome wouls and mixing with the blood. Finally, they disappeared onto the floor.
“Caspinii, is this what you wanted to see?” she thought.
Her clothes were completely tom apart, and every inch of her body had been touched by the homeless men
Just as they took off their pants and were going to do worse, shamon gasped for alt, her throat tightepong. She was ready to end it all by biting her tongue.
At that moment, the door crashed open.
“What’s going on here?”
