Danielle's torment only intensified after public events where she and I attended together.
She saw me as a filthy woman unworthy of associating with her.
She used the threat of my adoptive parents' lives to let me stay and keep me silent.
I could only endure daily torments.
Talia, eager to attract attention, squeezed her way to Danielle's side and said in a high-pitched voice.
"Danielle, this game you're playing is so interesting."
Danielle chuckled lightly, "Do you want to play? Then come over here."
Talia attempted to take the tennis ball from Danielle's hand but found her wrist firmly grasped.
"I said, you come here and take over for him," Danielle said, her gaze fixed intently on Talia.
With her face paling, Talia didn't even have time to resist.
Then several bodyguards pinned her down, spreading her arms and legs out.
It was a pity that such a beautiful dress would be ruined.
Her mouth was gagged, and her eyes widened in terror.
But this was just the beginning of her nightmare.
Danielle, feeling the need for more excitement, switched the tennis ball for a knife.
Talia struggled desperately, her carefully styled hair becoming a mess.