The class meeting today was organized by the class monitor. If anything happened to me, Inez might be shielded from the consequences—but as the event’s host, he couldn’t escape responsibility.
“Class monitor, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for this little vixen and let her cloud your judgment?” Inez sneered, her voice dripping with mockery.
“N-No, of course not!” he stammered, blushing and quickly waving his hands in denial.
I took a deep breath. While the two of them were distracted, I suddenly broke free and threw myself at Inez with all the strength I had left.
“Ah!” she shrieked as I tackled her to the ground. The knife in her hand sliced across her arm, and blood began to spill.
“I’m bleeding!” she cried out in panic.
Her lackeys rushed to her side to help. Seizing the brief opening, I tried to flee. But the beating earlier had damaged my legs—badly. I managed only two stumbling steps before I collapsed again, pain shooting through my body. Her lackeys caught me instantly and dragged me back.
Inez snapped. With a crazed look in her eyes, she lunged at me, plunging the knife into my leg. I screamed as pain exploded through my body.
“Trying to run?!” she shouted, her eyes bloodshot.
My cries filled the room. Outside, curious bystanders peeked into the private box. Inez, snarling like a madwoman, glared at them and barked, “What are you staring at? Never seen a homewrecker get what she deserves?”
A few people looked ready to speak up, but one of her lackeys coolly revealed her identity—Patton Family’s future daughter-in-law. Instantly, fear silenced the onlookers, and they slipped away into nearby boxes.
Furious, Inez shouted for the door to be closed. Then she rammed the knife into my mouth, twisting it. Blood poured out—I couldn’t even scream anymore, just choke and moan in agony.
“I was only planning to teach you a lesson,” Inez hissed. “But you dared hurt me.”
Her voice turned venomous. “I’m getting married next month! If there’s a scar on my arm, do you know what that means for me? If I don’t get to enjoy my big day, then you won’t live to see another one.”
With that, she slashed the knife across my cheek.
A searing pain tore through my face, followed by a rush of blood. I whimpered, barely conscious, but she wasn’t done.
She kept cutting.
Again and again.
My face was soon a patchwork of gashes. Blood dripped into my hair, soaking it. Every breath, every twitch, sent waves of unbearable pain through me.
The room was dead silent. My classmates stared in shock and horror. Some of the girls were crying, too terrified to even look.
The class monitor, pale and shaking, finally spoke.
“Inez… Isn’t that enough?”
“Enough?” Inez gave a twisted smile. “We’re just getting started.”
She turned to the monitor with cruel amusement. “You seem so protective of this little tramp. Let’s give you a chance to really enjoy her.”
The monitor stiffened. “What… what do you mean?”
Inez chuckled darkly. “Her face is a mess now, but that body? Still good. And if she keeps her eyes shut, maybe you won’t even feel guilty.”
She turned back to me with a malicious grin. “Since you want to act pure in front of our classmates and seduce men behind our backs… let's strip away that fake innocence.”
Then, looking at the monitor again, she jeered, “Well? You wanted to be her hero. Why don’t you take off the first piece of clothing?”
