Surrounding him were the rich men, each trying to compete to see who could throw a tennis ball more accurately.
The young man's eyes were bloodshot from the hits, and blood trickled from the corners of his mouth.
His mouth was tightly gagged, and despite his struggles, only muffled whimpers escaped.
At that moment, Danielle held a tennis ball in her hand, contemplating which part of the man's body to aim for.
This was the true face of Danielle.
While these rich young men and girls appeared courteous on the surface, relying on their parents' powerful background.
Behind the scenes, they took pleasure in torturing those beneath them, feeling that calling the police was nothing more than just a little compensation money.
And this amount of money might not even be worth one of Danielle's casually discarded earrings.
In my past life, I had been Trevon's goddaughter, Danielle's nominal sister.
I was in a role that allowed her to vent her frustrations on me privately.
While others might have grown bored of such games.
Danielle's torment only intensified after public events where she and I attended together.
She saw me as a filthy woman unworthy of associating with her.
She used the threat of my adoptive parents' lives to let me stay and keep me silent.
I could only endure daily torments.
Talia, eager to attract attention, squeezed her way to Danielle's side and said in a high-pitched voice.
"Danielle, this game you're playing is so interesting."
Danielle chuckled lightly, "Do you want to play? Then come over here."
Talia attempted to take the tennis ball from Danielle's hand but found her wrist firmly grasped.
"I said, you come here and take over for him," Danielle said, her gaze fixed intently on Talia.
With her face paling, Talia didn't even have time to resist.
Then several bodyguards pinned her down, spreading her arms and legs out.
It was a pity that such a beautiful dress would be ruined.
Her mouth was gagged, and her eyes widened in terror.
But this was just the beginning of her nightmare.
Danielle, feeling the need for more excitement, switched the tennis ball for a knife.
Talia struggled desperately, her carefully styled hair becoming a mess.
But how could she escape? Everyone present was as merciless as wolves.
She watched helplessly as Danielle closed her eyes and threw the knife at her arm.
"Wow, it's so amazing. I hit the target perfectly on my first try."