Chapter 125
Anna’s POV:
i plitting on clothes had me breaking not in a cold sweat. Each rea
tent waves of pain through my body. As I passed th
mirtos, I canight a glimpse of myself–pale fare twisted in agony–and nearly jumped.
like this. Not the
shn alrejdy hate me. Not when I was at my weakest.
1 paused, reconsideting my primities. Confrunting Make could wait needed to deal with the online situation first. My me slowed until I finally stopped, then picked up my phone again.
Opening social media, I found the comment sections had completely derailed. Most commenters had identical profile pictures- Claire’s ballet fans, no doubt. They if formed a digital mob,
Emily had jumped into the fray, fighting back in the comments: If you can’t prove it’s her, t prove it is her, that’s evidence you committed a crimelj
Her veder was quickly drowned out as they turned on her too.
[Annz taking nude photos shows how trashy she really is.]
that evidence you’re lying. If you can
[Bet her friend have some too. A
Anyone know a hacker who can get into their phones?]
[Paying top dollar for more photos of her–there must be others somewhere!]
I sighed deeply, scrolling through hundreds of hateful comments.
Why do women attack each other like this? After thinking it through, I decided to call the police. An online crimes officer contacted me, promising to help remove the photos.
After some consideration, I
I drafted a statement and posted it:
[This is one of the oldest tactics used to target women online. It’s designed to destroy reputations and silence voices. The trap perfect–the more you try to defend yourself, the deeper you sink into their narrative. But I refuse to be ashamed. I stand by the words: “It’s just a body, not a moral failing. I’ve already contacted law enforcement and will pursue every legal avenue available.
TruthMatters OnlineBullying Stand Together]
My finger hovered over the post button for several seconds before I finally pressed it. No turning back now.
Gradually, the photo began disappearing from major platforms, showing as ‘content unavailable.” The cyber c quickly. I kneic some people had probably saved them, but the situation was already much improved..
I let out a breath and realized my clothes were soaked with sweat, my head spinning.
crimes unit was working
The adrenaline crash hit me hard, and I slumped against the wall, suddenly exhausted. My phone pinged with a message from Emily
thumbs–up emoji followed by a simple “Proud of you.”
I pretended it was no big deal and asked her to help gather evidence–screenshots, usernames, anything that could help build a case. She agreed immediately, promising to document everything.
After eating something light–just enough to take my medication–went back to rest. My body was demanding sleep, and for once, I didn’t fight it.
That night, my dreams weren’t as composed as my waking self.
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Chapter 125
That night, my dreams weren fas composed as my waking self.
Dream–Anna Trembled helplessly against the barrage of insults, I felt the malicious gaze of countless strangers turning me into their sexual fantasy, I tried hiding beindl lake, but dream–Blake pushed for out, exposing me to the harsh sunlight,
His face darkened as he blamed me: “This is what you deserve for not considering my father’s heart condition.”
When I woke the next morning, half my pillow was wel. I touched my face and found traces of dried tears on my cheeks. Even in sleep, I couldn’t escape the humiliation.
I gathered my emotions, trying to strengthen myself.
I needed to face Blake withold falling apart, to confront Claire without giving her the satisfaction of seeing me broken.
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