Killed Me for Your Precious Angel? Now Pray She Can Save You from Hell - Chapter 108: Chapter 108

One of Camille's girlfriends gasped:
"Victoria doesn't want to? Of course not. Now that she's some fancy heiress, our charity work isn't good enough to kiss her feet!"
I struggled to speak through gritted teeth: "That's not..."
Doubt flickered across Kieran's face.
But then Camille's tears started falling again:
"Kieran, I'm not welcome in this house! Miles and I should just go back to being homeless like five years ago!"
Her crying immediately triggered his guilt.
Ignoring how badly I was shaking with fear, he wiped my tears with his thumb:
"Come on, let them paint you, babe. You look gorgeous pregnant—I'd love a portrait too."
"I'll be right outside. Just call my name and I'll come running!"
Jealousy and hatred flashed in Camille's eyes.
She quickly pushed Kieran out, claiming they needed privacy for the session.
My protests got drowned out by everyone chattering.
"Get those fucking clothes off!"
The sick looks in their eyes made my skin crawl.
Just as I opened my mouth to scream for help, Camille punched me hard in the stomach.
Agony spread from my belly through my whole body. Everything went dark.
Tears started pouring down my face, which just made Camille more excited.
She grinned while sliding thirty sewing needles halfway into my stomach.
"Here's how this works, sis—these little needles travel through your veins straight to your heart... You don't wanna die, do you? Just play nice while we finish our masterpiece, then I'll pull them out."
I gasped for air, mouth open wide—like some bloated toad, which made everyone laugh.
But I was in too much pain to make a sound.
My limbs kept twitching, which pissed off the "artists."
"Stop fucking moving! We can't paint this shit!"
"God! She's still as fucking stupid as high school—tell her one thing and she does the opposite!"
They huddled around Camille, whispering, then burst into nasty laughter.
My blood ran cold as they grabbed paint brushes and came toward me.
"What are you..."
SMACK across my face. "Shut the hell up!"
Cold, wet brushes started attacking my skin.
Soon disgusting words were scrawled all over my body.
"CUM DUMPSTER" "WHORE" "MASTER'S BITCH"
Camille whispered: "This is how Kieran popped your cherry, right? That was my brilliant idea, by the way."
Through the fog, someone whipped out their phone and went live.
"Holy shit, we're trending!"
"Camille, chat's saying she's wearing too much! And she won't move—this is boring as hell."
After exchanging evil looks, fists started raining down on my stomach.
I felt like I was being ripped apart, turned into a bloody, shredded rag doll.
I used every ounce of strength to scream:
"Kieran!"
He promised me... if I called, he'd come running...
But as hot tears streamed down my cheeks, I felt that final crushing disappointment.
Kieran just pounded on the door: "Victoria, quit being such a drama queen! Trust Camille—it's gonna be beautiful!"
Someone clamped a hand over my mouth, doubled over laughing.
Camille saw the blood pooling between my legs and yelled back:
"She's fine! Just got her period! We'll grab her a pad!"
Kieran's worried expression relaxed immediately.
Thinking about how radiant Victoria looked pregnant and the baby he'd been hoping for, he started humming cheerfully.
As Camille grabbed scissors to cut off my last pieces of clothing, I whispered weakly:
"You're... gonna... regret this..."
Camille seemed shocked that I still had the nerve to threaten her in this state.
She lost her shit and slammed all thirty needles deep under my skin.
Outside the door, Kieran suddenly stopped humming.
His jaw started trembling uncontrollably.
Wait a minute. His pregnant wife... how the fuck could she be having a period?