He turned to the bodyguards and ordered, "Take her away!"
The group of bodyguards quickly closed in on me, and I struggled with every ounce of strength I had left.
But it was no use. I was outnumbered and overpowered. They bound my hands and feet with my underwear.
They yanked me up by my hair and dragged me all the way to the bar's entrance.
By the time we arrived, my scalp was bleeding.
My heart was filled with seething hatred. My eyes burned with fury.
Pedestrians on the street stopped in their tracks, pointing at the underwear binding my hands and feet.
At first, they thought I had been caught cheating by my husband, but as they listened closer, they realized I was accused of encouraging someone else's wife to cheat before her wedding.
In an instant, their scorn drowned me.
My attempts to defend myself were weak and futile.
"Teaching someone to cheat is a thousand times worse than cheating yourself! People like this should be run over and left for dead!"
"Spending your friend's money while ruining her relationship? Why don't traffickers kidnap scum like her? She should be sold to some remote village and made to have a dozen kids with a cripple, never seeing the light of day again!"
"If I were her parents, I'd kill myself out of shame! How can such trash exist? She's a stain on society, a leech on our time!"
The insults from the crowd grew louder and more vicious while Henry stood there, his grin growing more smug and maniacal.
A live-streaming influencer on a break from the nearby bar noticed the scene and rushed over, eyes gleaming with excitement.
Overwhelmed by the potential for views, they started recording me on their phone without a second thought.
Seeing this, Henry sneered, "Hold on, the real show is just about to begin!"
He ordered the bodyguards to drag me into the bar. By this point, I was too weak to resist, and my body was limp like a rag doll.
All I could do was hope that a passerby might take pity on me and call the police.
But deep down, I knew that hope was faint.
Henry pulled out his black card and swiped it for 100 thousand dollars.
"Bring me all your ugliest male models!"
He turned to me with a chilling smile. "You like to have fun, don't you? Tonight, you'll have all the fun you want. Consider it my gift to you!"
He ordered the bodyguards to pry my mouth open and poured vodka down my throat.
I choked, my face flushing as a rash spread across my skin.