The live stream started that day. Hundreds of thousands of viewers poured into the channel.
Messages scrolled across the screen nonstop, and most of them were full of suspicion.
A: [Finally showing up?]
B: [Let's see what lies you make up this time.]
C: [Just apologize and stop playing the victim.]
I sat in front of the camera. One of my newly finished paintings stood behind me.
I wore light makeup and a white button-up shirt, keeping a calm expression.
I smiled. "Hello everyone, I'm Isabella. Today, I want to share a true story—what happened to me when I was eighteen."
I pulled out the old video on my phone. "This is the full clip from three years ago, when I was tied to the wind turbine. Please watch my face and listen closely to my voice."
My frantic screams rang out loud and c
