They nod in satisfaction, take my clothes, and leave.
It's chilly, and I'm shivering from the cold.
Outside the door, Hilda's dissatisfied voice sound.
"She killed Jack. Are you planning on letting her off just like this?"
"Of course not. Just wait," Linda sneers.
I curl up and hold myself, praying silently that Linda will not take nude pictures of me on a whim.
However, that is exactly what she is going to do.
Very quickly, a few people push open the door and enter. Moreover, they are all Chinese.
In their hands is dazzling flash.
They criticize me while taking pictures of me.
Some even come up and try to take my arms from my body, so that they can get some good shots of my body.
The show is fake, but the shame is real.
I yell at them, "Stop it. Please stop."
Any woman would feel mortified being photographed like this.
Linda will release these photos.
But how am I going to live my life knowing people might see them.
They ignore me and whisper in excitement after finishing the job, "These photos will be a hit back home. I've come up with the title. “President of Louis Group Is Scraping by in the United States Through Providing Special Services for Men in the Bathroom.'"
Screw you!
What nonsense!
"No, no can do. It's irresponsible and disrespectful to the truth. I want to sue you!"
I thought I was ready, but I still feel apprehensive facing such an affront.
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