"You filthy whore!" a woman shrieked. "Seducing my husband and filming that trash? I'm going to beat you to death today!"
She lunged for me again, but the officers managed to hold her back.
"Why are you stopping me? Aren't you the police? She did something this disgusting—shouldn't she be arrested?"
"I swear, your days are numbered! The other wives are already on their way. You like messing around in bed, huh? Let's see if you're still smiling when we're done with you!"
I pushed myself up, barely able to find my voice.
"I didn't do it," I whispered, then tried louder. "It wasn't me! I was at my parents' apartment all night. They can vouch for me!"
But everyone only believed what they thought was true. My weak explanations just sounded like excuses.
"Her parents will definitely be covering for her," someone muttered. "It's obvious they're just as shameless."
The crowd thickened, drawn in by the spectacle.
"I know that woman," a new voice called out. "I saw her come home early this morning. She was wobbling all over the place, barely able to climb the stairs. I thought, 'Wow, young people really need to work on their stamina.' But now I get it—guess she just had too much sex."