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It shattered into pieces.
"No!"
My heart broke. My father died protecting that bracelet.
"You monster!"
I slapped her hard.
"You b**ch! How dare you hit me?" She screamed, "Get her! Now!"
The bridesmaids attacked me — kicking, punching.
Brenda and the others joined in.
Amanda turned to the camera, crying.
"You see? The mistress hit me! Is there no justice?"
The comments went wild.
"I wish I was there — I'd tear her apart!"
"She deserves it!"
"What a slut!"
"Kill her!"
The violence got worse.
Even a waiter kicked me.
I collapsed, coughing up blood.
The pain was unbearable.
When they finally stopped, Amanda wasn't done.
She took out a pocketknife.
"You seduced my man and hit me."
"I'll ruin your face. Let's see how you seduce anyone now."
She held my head down and carved into my face.
Each cut burned like fire.
Blood poured from my cheeks and mouth, staining the carpet.
She finished my left cheek and started on the right.
It felt like years.
"Done!" She held up a mirror.
"MISTRESS" was carved into both cheeks.
"This is what you get for stealing my man."
"You'll live with this forever — like the trash you are."
Amanda looked triumphant.
The guests laughed like it was a show.
The stream cheered her on.
I was fading in and out of consciousness.
Then a security guard yelled, "The groom's here!"
