Chapter 130 Debbie's Tragic Fate!
Despair engulfed Debbie: it was limitless and suffocating. She clung desperately to Mrs. Thomas’s legs, pleading for mercy, but to no avail –
Mrs. Thomas had lost all semblance of sanity and was deaf to her cries. With a casual wave of her hand, Debbie was dragged away. Her piercing pleas and sobbing echo through the basement long after her figure disappeared.
Once Debbie was gone, Mrs. Thomas, leaning on her cane, hobbled out of the basement to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.
Darkness enveloped the room, save for the flickering red lights of candles illuminating an altar. Above it rested Bobby's portrait, a photograph of a handsome young boy with a bright smile, his eyes twinkling like stars against the night sky.
Mrs. Thomas took down the portrait, her wrinkled hands tenderly caressing Bobby's handsome face as tears dotted the image.
"Bobby, forgive me. It's my fault. Grandmother was foolish to trust Debbie. Are you angry with me? Is that why you won't come to see your poor old grandmother..."
Her voice, filled with anguish and sobs, filtered through the gap of the slightly ajar door, tugging at heartstrings.
Elsewhere, a silver van with fake plates stopped in front of the city’s busiest shopping center. The door flung open; from it, a woman was thrown onto the street.
With not a stitch on her, she was covered in bruises and blood – her face no longer recognizable. The door slammed shut, and the van sped off, disappearing into the distance.
The biting cold made Debbie tremble uncontrollably as she curled up on the cold pavement. It was rush hour; the sidewalks were teeming with people.
The crowd gasped in horror. "Good Lord, what's happened to this woman?" one person said.
The crowd took turns commenting, with no regard for Debbie.
"Her face is covered in blood, and look...those cuts...were they done with a knife?"
"She's black and blue all over. Was she abused?"
"Doesn't look like just abuse; there're signs of rape on her... those look like fingernail marks..."
"Damn, not just disfigured but raped too, and then dumped on the street – who could do such a thing?"
"There must be a deep hatred to do this to a woman."
"She looks familiar. Haven't I seen her somewhere?”
Came the various comments from those passing by.
Debbie sat on the icy ground, clutching her arms around herself, desperately trying to cover herself up while peering through various strands of her hair at the pointing fingers and scathing comments.
Her mind crumbled instantly, with her gaze growing vacant. Suddenly, the mall's towering advertisement screen switched from its scheduled adverts to a live video of Debbie being pinned down by four men.
"No, please... let me go... stop it..." her pleas echoed alongside the sounds of crying. The malicious video didn't transmit the words 'Madam Thomas' clearly, leaving the spectators only able to guess at some of the dialogue.
But the desperation from the advertisement screen was heard loud and clear, and the display let everyone see Debbie's face. Silence fell like a shroud, with only the wind's howl and the bystanders' breathing audible.
After a brief interlude, the street erupted, muffled sobs and murmurs everywhere.
"That's Debbie, isn't it? Professor Brown, the one who has been all over the news lately? The same one who supposedly saved the Thomas family heir, Bobby, right? I'd recognize her face anywhere, even turned to ashes." One spectator said.
"My God, it is Debbie! What in the world happened to her to deserve such vengeance?" "I heard Bobby passed away, and it was due to Debbie's medical negligence. Could this be deliberate retribution from the Thomas family?" one of the passersby speculated.
"I've always heard about how ruthless Mrs. Thomas is; looks like the rumors are true."
The pair continued to discuss.
"To torment a woman in this manner, it's more excruciating than death itself – this is the vilest form of retribution I've ever seen."
Sympathy mixed with morbid curiosity, and not a few onlookers entertained base thoughts. "No comment on the rest, but Debbie has a stunning figure, every curve in perfect proportion. I get aroused just looking at that slim waist..."
"Those four men are living their best lives; to have a taste of such beauty for free."
"She seems to be enjoying it, all those cries of 'no' only to become more seductive towards the end..."
"Only if I were that lucky... Ah, just to savor her..." The crude comments dug into Debbie's ears, like a sharpened knife twisting in her psyche.
Then realization struck someone in the crowd:
"Could that actually be Debbie?" The recognition spread, and as they compared the woman on the ground to the image on the screen, they noticed more similarities.
"It is Debbie; look at the birthmark on her waist – it's exactly where it was in the video."
"And the tattoo on the inside of her thigh, too... and that mark on her backside; they're identical!"
"She's been humiliated, her face destroyed... Mrs. Thomas's methods are too cruel!"
"Shh, keep it down; you don't want to end up like her." One member warned.
Having been the subject of everyone's piercing stares, Debbie could take no more. With a scream, she sprang up from the ground and darted away, frantic to escape the endless scrutiny.
Yet, she was trapped within a ring of onlookers, bumping into them as she tried to flee. After repeated collisions, a few women, moved by pity, parted to create an opening for her.
Debbie squeezed through and fled blindly, stirring interest as she ran, becoming a spectacle for the crowd until she finally disappeared from view.
In no time at all, news of Debbie's assault by four men and her naked distress on the streets made headlines. The video of her ordeal was leaked online, quickly whipping up a storm.
301st Floor: "FUCK, isn't that Dr. Debbie, the recent internet sensation? What on earth happened to her?"
588th Floor: "God, to be humiliated by four men and then showcased online, how could she ever face anyone again? If it were me, I might as well be dead."
698th Floor: "Such a shame for a woman to be ruined like that!"
999th Floor: "Say what you will, those scenes are explosive, bolder than anything from Japan. I better save this quick before it disappears!"
1020th Floor responding to 999th Floor: "Was thinking the same; got to save a copy for my private collection."
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