The lecturer couldn’t take it anymore and stepped outside to call my parents, asking them to force me to apologize to Scott.
When he came back into the room, my coat had already been ripped off by my classmates.
My pants were torn at the leg where my amputation was, exposing the scar. People stepped back and I felt like the whole room was just staring at me, laughing.
I tried to stand up and grab my crutches, but one of Scott’s friends swung a stick at me, hitting me hard.
“You want your cane? Beg me for it. Maybe I’ll give it back!” he sneered, hitting my knee so I dropped to the floor.
He stomped on my hand, crushing it as he glared at me. “Scott, what do we do with this bitch? I’m listening,” he said.
Scott just straightened his collar and spit on my head like he was some kind of god. “Well, we should send her to the club to sell her body.”
He leaned down close to me, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “Don’t blame me. If you’ve got anyone to blame, it’s your bad luck.
“25 thousand dollars a night, that’s a steal for someone like you. You’ll be set for decades.”