“Wait!”
The mistress clutched her cheek as she cried out, “Who do you two think you are? I’m warning you, don’t you dare try anything! The Sinek family is not to be messed with!”
“Oh, wow, I’m terrified!” Sam sneered. “The Sinek family, ha! They can’t hold a candle to Ms. Louise here.”
“I don’t care who your Ms. Louise is,” the mistress said haughtily. “We’ll take the both of you down too if you insist on meddling! There’s only the four of you, but we’ve got seven people here!”
“Well, come on then!” Sam smirked. “I’ll take all seven of you b*tches on my own!”
“Yeah, right.” The mistress smiled mockingly. “You won’t even know why you ended up dead, little girl!”
“Are you talking about yourself?” Sam said. “Get on with it, I’m tired of hearing you yapping like a dog. Come get me, all of you!”
“Sam,” Doris said, rolling up her sleeves. “Count me in!”
“No, you stay out of the way.” Sam chucked Doris’ chin lightly. “You’ll just get in the way here!”
“Doris,” Emmeline said to Doris. “You get out of the way with your sister. Let Sam have some fun, or she’ll complain to me on the way back.”
“You know me best, Ms. Louise!”
Sam drew a fighting stance, beckoning at the women. “Come on, show me what you’ve got, you wh*res!”
“Who are you calling a wh*re!” The women were purple with rage, glowering at Sam and wanting nothing more than to tear her pretty little face apart.
“Who’s the wh*re yelling at?” Emmeline crossed her arms, her expression calm.
“You, of course!
“Ha ha!” Emmeline laughed. “You really are a bunch of wh*res, you just said it yourselves!”
The mistress and her friends realized that they had fell for Emmeline’s little joke, and their faces turned even redder than they had been from the slap.
They pounced on Sam and Emmeline, like hawks on their prey.
“Let me help you, Ms. Louise!” Doris was worried Emmeline might be attacked, and squeezed over.
Emmeline did not want her to be in the way, and lifted Doris into the air and placed her away in a split second.
Doris blinked, and she was at the bathroom entrance.
How did she even get here?
She had no idea.
Emmeline and Sam were already more than halfway done, with four or five women already down.
The remaining ladies only lasted a few more seconds before they, too, had collapsed on the ground shrieking in pain.
The mistress’ hair was a mess, and it was unclear how many slaps she had gotten.
Her face was swollen, and her clothes were unkempt.
Jennie took the chance and picked up a mop next to the basin, hitting the mistress with it.
“I’ll kill you, you b*tch! You ruined my family, and I didn’t even know anything. But then, you had the audacity to show up yourself!”
“You’re one hell of a homewrecker, I have to say! Coming up to me looking for trouble before I could even find fault with you!”
“I won’t rest until I’ve beaten you to death today, as well as that piece of sh*t Norman Sinek! You wouldn’t even have the nerve to do this if he hadn’t played a part.”
Jennie sobbed as she continued her physical and verbal assault, throwing the mop away at last with a loud wail.
She was completely hurt by the sudden incident, and had finally broken down.
“God, why did this have to happen to me! You piece of sh*t, Norman Sinek!”
Jennie sat on the floor, sobbing loudly.
“I still have two young daughters! My family’s in ruins, how are they going to survive!”
“I’m going to die, I’m better off dead, aren’t I? But my kids, what are my kids going to do?”
“God, why did you do this to me? Am I in a dream?”
“…”
A small crowd had gathered outside the bathroom, mostly people who had heard the noise.
Hearing Jennie’s cries pulled at the heartstrings of most of them, and they all empathized with her.
“This really is something else!” Someone said, enraged. “I can’t believe the mistress came to confront the wife herself!”
“She only dared to do so because that bastard man gave her the courage to, I’m sure!”
