The Ambush
I stood there, trembling as Sable and her gang found the perfect moment to ambush me. Panic gripped me, and I felt paralyzed against the wall as her two friends pinned me down. Hot slaps landed on my face, and my cheeks burned red. Tears streamed down my face as I begged them to stop.
“What’s wrong, b***h? I thought this was what you wanted. Why are you crying?” Sable's voice dripped with malice as she struck me harder, ignoring my pleas. Before I could comprehend what was happening, she ripped my T-shirt, her nails clawing through the fabric. It tore like paper, leaving me almost naked, just my bra and skirt barely covering me. I trembled, using my hair to shield my exposed skin.
Sable looked me up and down, a smirk curving her lips. “Well, look at what we have here. This b***h has something to show. So, what? You gonna use it to charm boys now?” Her eyes raked over me, devoid of any shame.
My face twisted in disgust. “Please, it’s cold... let go of me!” I begged, confused about why I deserved this treatment.
“Did you just raise your voice at us? Looks like this b***h has guts,” Sable taunted, and another slap landed on my face. The beating escalated; it wasn’t just my face anymore but everywhere she knew it would hurt.
“Huh...ahh... please, I beg you. Stop!” I groaned, but the more I begged, the more relentless she became. This was not just bullying; it was a nightmare unfolding before my eyes.
Finally, she stopped. Her friends released me, and I gasped for air, rubbing my sore body. A sigh of relief escaped my lips, but it was short-lived. Sable pulled out a mop, and my heart sank.
“Please, I’m sorry—HAH!” I yelped as she struck me mid-sentence. The mop hit my chest, sending a jolt of pain through me. It felt like she wielded it with the same force that herdsmen use to beat cattle. I barely recovered from that blow when another hit landed on my back. The strikes kept coming, her friends joining in, kicking and punching my stomach, chest, and legs—targeting my most sensitive spots. Tears flowed freely down my cheeks, but no amount of begging could stop the onslaught.
I curled into a ball, trying to shield my head as Sable's face lit up with glee. She grinned, reveling in the chaos she created.
Suddenly, she discarded the mop, her claws doing the rest of the work. They left marks on my skin, blood gushing out, but she didn’t care. She continued aiming for my face while I curled tighter, desperate for any reprieve.
The pain surged through my veins, and I didn’t bother calling for help. Even if I did, no one would listen. They only took Sable’s side; for many, she was far superior.
The beating continued until they seemed satisfied. I tilted my head back to meet Sable's triumphant grin.
“Why this?” I mumbled, barely audible, but she heard me.
“You know what, b***h? I should actually thank you. Beating you up just makes my day,” she said proudly, as if she’d accomplished something great. The gang left, and I lay there, bloodied and bruised, regretting every minute of my existence.
There was nothing good about this world, only pain and sorrow. Once again, life had decided to make my day a living hell. It felt ironic to be treated like a criminal when I had done nothing to deserve it. That was life.
