After all, in her mind, I was nothing but a cheap slut.
I didn’t care at all.
I lurked in the group chat, saving all the incriminating evidence.
I was just waiting for the day when everything would come crashing down, ready to destroy all these vermin in one fell swoop.
And it seemed Yvonne’s downfall was coming sooner than expected.
10
“What are you looking at? Have you no shame?” Yvonne started arguing with Butcher Bill at the farmers‘ market.
It all began because Butcher Bill kept leering at Yvonne.
Yvonne couldn’t stand it anymore and started a fight with him in the middle of the market.
“You old pervert, haven’t you ever seen a woman before? What are you staring at?” Yvonne yelled, hands on her hips, pointing her finger right
in Butcher Bill’s face.
Butcher Bill, in his forties and built like a tank, flushed red with anger at being berated by a young girl in public.
“Young lady, watch your mouth,” Butcher Bill said, his face darkening.
Yvonne, never one to back down when she thought she was right, got even more fired up seeing the crowd gathering around them.
“I thought you looked like an honest man, but you’re actually so disgusting. I’m young enough to be your daughter, you old lecher. Stop staring or you’ll go blind!” Yvonne’s tone was particularly harsh.
Butcher Bill was feeling embarrassed under the crowd’s scrutiny.
“Get on your knees and apologize!” Yvonne demanded, ignoring Butcher Bill’s murderous glare.
“You slut, you think you’re still a pure virgin? Who knows how many men have had you, and you still have the nerve to act like an innocent little flower!” Butcher Bill exploded, pointing at Yvonne and letting loose.
Hearing such humiliating words, Yvonne became even more enraged.
“Are you spreading dirty rumors about me?” Yvonne glared, threatening to call the police.
Butcher Bill sneered, “Rumors? You have a red birthmark below your belly button, right? And three moles on your butt.”
At these words, Yvonne was stunned.
