Choking, I was unable to utter a single word, coughing violently on the stage. My friends, worried, tried to come up and help me but were stopped by the bodyguards brought by Emma.
"Look at yourselves, what makes you think you can be with my fiancé?" Emma hissed in my ear, pulling my hair. "To put it nicely, you're just a bar girl; to put it bluntly, you're nothing but a w***e selling your body."
She stood up, looking down at me from above, then turned to Benjamin and whined, "Honey, let's ask this lady to get off the stage, shall we?"
Benjamin nodded, ready to let me go down the stairs, but Emma stopped him. She pointed to the floor, a long way from the stage. "I meant, let her go down from here, directly."
"That high?" Benjamin hesitated a little. "That's not a good idea, is it?"
