I rolled my eyes back in pain and white foam kept bubbling out of my mouth. I knew the drug was taking effect, but there was nothing I could do. Like a clown stripped bare, I let them tear my dignity to shreds. Suddenly, someone shrieked. A warm liquid flowed out from under me and a fishy, foul odour instantly filled the air. The immense humiliation made me unable to even cry. I wished I could just die right there and then.
While they kept expressing their disgust and insulting me, the camera flashed focused on my lower body, snapping away like crazy. I was like a dead dog, without a shred of strength left to struggle. "What are you doing! Who gave you permission to take pictures like that?"
Jacob stormed out of the crowd in a fury, snatching the lead reporter's camera and smashing it to pieces. "Get the hell out of here. All of you!"
My mother frantically wrapped a coat around me, tears streaming down her face, her voice cracking. "Security! Are you all useless? How did reporters even get into this celebration party? You're all fired!"