Karma's Ultimate Payback My Success, Their Downfall novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Before I bat consciousness, I saw Evan take a camal sip of his drink.

“Keep her bra on when you grab her tits,” he said coldly. “And don’t get too rough.”

Don’t worry, Evan Once this drug wears off, she won’t remember a thing about tonight!”

I woke up in a hospital bed, the dull aches throughout my body filling me with despair.

Evan pushed open the door, his sadistic sneer from last night nowhere to be seen. In its place was the charming, tender boyfriend act he’d perfected over our years together.

Teeling better? You passed out after just two sips of alcohol last night.”

Behind him, Ravena pouted dramatically, putting on a show as she felt my forehead.

“Don’t worry, my brother. Thalia is fine now.”

I stared blankly at the ceiling while flashes of last night kept coming back to me in bits and pieces.

The dress I had been wearing was gone–torn to shreds by someone while I was forced to act like a pet for their entertainment.

Evan said something else, but I didn’t catch it.After a while, he finally left with Ravena.

“Get some rest. I’ll come back later. If you want anything to eat, just tell Ravena.”

I lay rigid in bed for a long time, the memories of last night’s humiliation attacking me relentlessly, leaving me nowhere to hide.

Eventually, I got up and found my phone among the belongings on the sofa, along with my dress

with its torn back.

Someone had posted pictures from last night all over the internet. There I was barking like a dog–every detail captured in high definition and uploaded onto the Internet.

My half exposed dress, the chorus of laughter, the dim lighting.

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Chapter 5

Although the posts were quickly deleted for violating community guidelines, many people will saved

them.

The original poster even left a message saying videos were available through private message

My personal information had also been leaked.

Vulgar text messages flooded in, and my phone rang constantly with calls, the noise making me sick

to my stomach.

“How much for a night?”

“What’s your address? Where can I find you?”

“Do you do it for free?”

“Got more videos? How can you handle so many guys? Are you so bitch?”

I stared vacantly at the disgusting comments before wrapping my phone in the torn dress and throwing it in the bathroom trash can.

Before leaving the hospital, I borrowed a hat from a hospital janitor.

Too afraid to take a taxi, I walked three miles back to my apartment.

I found our rarely–used backup phone and called my parents. They sounded anxious.

My heart ached, but I couldn’t even cry.

“Mom, Dad, did my application get approved? Can I come to you now?“I don’t want to wait anymore!

My parents were silent–they’d probably already seen everything about me online.

I felt like someone being publicly executed, stripped naked before everyone’s eyes to be cursed, Keithed, and humiliated without a shred of dignity.