My nerves were already numb, my body limp. But that pain... that pain yanked a scream out of me as I spasmed violently, then went completely still.
A few seconds later, my head slammed into the ground with a dull thud. Tommy cackled and whipped out my phone, snapping photos from every angle, making sure to capture my face twisted in agony. Then he posted them. Every family group chat. Every friend group. Every social media platform I was connected to.
Then he added the caption.
[I’m a horny little mutt, begging my master to come spoil me. The older the better.]
His gang swarmed in, laughing hysterically as they passed the phone around.
“Send it to me too, bro! This is comedy gold!”
Tears streamed down my face, hot with shame and pain. I had no strength left to resist. No pride left to protect. Blood mixed with my tears—my last shred of dignity draining away.
Grandpa… Grandma… Mom… Dad… I’m sorry. I’ve disgraced the entire Wilson Family.
“Since you're so eager to sell that ass,” Tommy sneered, “this publicity should really help your business. You’ll be rich in no time. Don’t thank me.”