Third person POV
The courtroom was silent except for the hum of the projector.
Then suddenly—
A loud slap echoed in the video.
The man’s hand shot forward, his palm cracking across Mila’s cheek with brutal force. Her head snapped to the side, a gasp slipping past her lips. Before she could react, the man grabbed her by the neck.
Her hands flew up in panic, clutching at his fingers, scratching, trying to pry him off—but his grip was iron.
She choked, mouth opening, eyes bulging as she fought for air. Her legs kicked against the floor weakly. The camera angle still hadn’t caught his face fully.
A judge’s voice—present, steady, but confused—cut through the tension in the courtroom.
“How can we know who the man is if the video doesn’t show his face?”
Everyone leaned forward, breathles
