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Lily changed her expression and put on a pained look. She took my hand and said,”Claire,I’m sick.Swap dresses with me—be the bridesmaid,please?”
I covered my stomach and said,Lily, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but I just took a few hours’ ride. I’m so tired and I even feel a bit nauseous.””
After saying that, I immediately ran to the nearby trash can and pretended to vomit. After “vomiting”, I wiped my mouth and said, “Is there a lounge here? My head still feels a bit dizzy.”
She didn’t give up. She took my hand and begged, “can’t you just help me? Just for a while. Endure it for me.”
I brushed her off.”This is your friend’s wedding,not mine.You tough it out.If you can’t,rest.Emma won’t mind.”
“Want me to take you to the lounge?”
I led her to the lounge door,but Emma swooped in.
“Lily,what’re you doing?We need you for the games—don’t bail!”
Lily’s face turned pale instantly. She waved her hand to decline, “No, I’m not feeling well. Find someone else.”
Emma,her loyal bestie,wasn’t having it.”No way!You promised a hot girl for the games.I planned spicy stuff based on your ideas.If you ditch,how do I explain to my husband’s crew?”
So,last life’s vile games were Lily’s setup.
This time,she’d feel the groomsmen’s hands and forced kisses herself.
Emma dragged her,insisting,”You’re going,like it or not,or my husband’s friends will be pissed!”
Lily was pulled into a festive private room.
Then, the sound of the door being locked from the inside came out.
I stood outside the window and watched slowly.
The room was full of men. Just from their expectant looks, I could tell that Lily couldn’t escape today. At first,they were polite,introducing themselves. Soon, once they got familiar, the men started to get handsy.
Lily’s dress were already sexy, and her cleavage was faintly visible. As the atmosphere heated up, one guy’s hand slid from her bare back to her chest.
“Stop!Don’t touch me!”she shrieked.
But as a woman in this room, she had already been regarded as prey by this group of men.
With someone taking the lead, the other men also grew bolder and started to touch her one after another. Her clothes were almost torn apart.
She screamed,”I’ll call the cops!”
But before she could take out her phone, it was snatched away.
In the end, she had no choice but to show weakness and beg for mercy. She cried with tears streaming down her face,”Please,I’m sick—let me go.I’ll treat you to drinks another day!”
But men, who are the kind of creatures among all animals that like to get something for nothing the most, don’t pass up free chances.
Her cries drowned in their cheers.
When I left, I heard someone suggest, “Whoever guesses the color of the bridesmaid’s panties can have a French kiss with the bridesmaid.”
Lily’s desperate,”Please,stop!”only fueled them.
Her frail pleas were a lamb’s last bleat.
What I experienced in Last life was a hundred times worse than what she was going through now.
Lily’s humiliation was her own doing.
