Their eyes gleamed with malice as they stripped away the last shreds of my dignity.
I tried to resist, but Joey shattered my hands.
After a few minutes, I was lying motionless on the floor, completely battered and exposed.
Even though it was summer, I shivered from the cold that seemed to seep up from the floor.
The villa fell eerily silent, the only sounds were the click of a phone camera and my labored breathing.
Despair replaced my anger, and I lay there, unable to move. Joey gave me another hard kick, sneering, “Stop playing dead; this is just the beginning. If you’re so eager to be a mistress, then let’s show everyone just how low you can go.
“Don’t worry, I won’t post the video myself. I’ll let Hudson do the honors! I’ll make sure the man you’re obsessed with sees your true colors and watches as your life falls apart!”
She stuffed a filthy sock into my mouth and called Hudson.
“Honey, are you home? I’m on my way. I have a surprise for you.”
Joey’s voice was sickeningly sweet, a stark contrast to the cruelty she had just displayed.
“Sure, babe. Dress up nice; you’re meeting my mom for the first time, and I’m a bit nervous,” came my son’s gentle voice from the phone.
I tried desperately to cry out, to let him hear me, but he was too caught up in chatting with Joey about my preferences to notice anything wrong.
After hanging up, Joey slapped me hard across the face again. “Still trying to get help? Wretches like you don’t deserve any mercy!”
With that, she yanked a sack over my head and began dragging me toward the door.
They must have been trying to avoid drawing too much attention, so they threw an old, torn blanket over me.
My head was covered with a hood, making it hard to breathe, and the pain in my hands and legs was so intense that I was close to passing out.
I don’t know how long it took, but eventually, I was thrown harshly onto the ground.
Hearing the familiar footsteps of my son, I mustered the last bit of strength I had left, trying to call out for help.
But before I could say anything, Joey screamed, “Honey, she’s trying to get up and hit me!”
Immediately, my son kicked me away, then pulled Joey into his arms, comforting her softly, “Babe, are you alright? Did she scare you? We were supposed to meet each other’s parents today. Why did you bring a tramp back with you?”