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I didn't stop until I was dry and tears streamed down my face in messy streaks. I felt honestly humiliated and ashamed and yet it wasn't my fault. Am just a human who wasn't around at the time they killed his mate but he did this to me. I wasn't raped but that sickening behavior was so humiliating. I didn't even know what they were up to. Heaving one last time, l washed my whole face with water and antibacterial soap that was provided by the airport stuff.

Zoey’s POV I had always believed humiliation came in neat, manageable sizes: a bad date, a whispered rumor, or maybe an awkward family dinner where someone asked why I was still single at twenty-eight like it was a medical condition. I was wrong. Humiliation, I learned, could wear ivory lace and walk down an aisle filled with people who had paid thousands to watch you say ‘I do,’ only for the groom to never show up.

"When you had Enough, all hell Rises" * * * * ¶Aiyla PoV¶ Giving a sinister smile to Neil "I asked him how does it feel to be mortified and humiliated; does it feel good huh Neil tell me...tell me you fucking asshole! "How does it feel to be smacked?" "How does it feel to be helpless?" "Are you enjoying being humiliated?" It does not feel good, does it? The humiliation and stigma you are now feeling, well, let me tell you I felt the same for years and years.

But that was all part of my humiliation. “Mmmm, mmmmfffff” I mumbled through the gag, still trying to answer him. He laughed a cruel laugh, and started to slap me across the face and the back of the head. New waves of shame engulfed me, and I felt my stomach starting to contract. I couldn’t believe I was getting so excited from being degraded like this. The slaps weren’t hard, just swift and frequent – smearing my make-up across my face. It was at that moment, under the brutal fucking and the humiliating torment, that I realised I was about to cum.

I blinked and felt a surge of humiliation burn inside me like toxic acid . Yes , Humiliation. Because I gave my first sexual experience to my own bully and loved every bit of it , despite my denials . I waited with abated breath for him to make fun of me , I was the one who slapped him when he kissed me , I was the one who refused him and here I was moaning at his touches , grounding and gyrating against his hand. I couldn't believe it that I wanted the depravity he just offered me . I flushed red in embrassment , I wished the ground would just split open and swallow me whole but it doesn't .

He turned and stormed off, leaving silence and tension in his wake. I sank to my knees and began to cry. The floor was cold against my skin, but my heart felt colder. The world now only sees value in money. In my next life, I want to be born rich. Or better yet—not be born at all. Humiliation had become part of my routine. Lucian made sure of it. When I asked to see my parents again, he slapped me so hard I saw stars. Slaps, threats, insults—they were my breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Even here in the gym, I didn’t move much. My body was already shrinking, not from exercise, but from stress, grief, and the weight of being unwanted.

Lila stared intensely at Hannah, her eyes as red as blood. She wasn't sure if it was hatred that kept her going, or if it was because she did not dare to meet her friends' eyes. She had been the family's princess since she was young, and she had never been mistreated like this before. Lila felt as if she was going to die from humiliation. This sense of shame was even harder for her to accept than pain. She continued insulting her defiantly, "You're just a slut and a manipulative bitch!"

Sleeping under the bridge, almost getting raped, loosing their child, getting robbed, working menial jobs just to feed herself… damn she had suffered for so long and she was still suffering. She had gone through so much humiliation, and finally when she had come back into his life after so long what had he done. He’d allowed his past hate to cloud his senses, and he had made her go through so much again. Humiliating her in front of the whole world, making her feel like less of a person, and he had done all that. Because of him, she had appeared on magazines repeatedly, even when she tried her best to keep away from the media, but all to no avail.

It was to have her rescued and faced the Damien's and the public after she was sold off. To Hilda, the scariest and toughest memory wasn't the traumatic incident where she was violated at a young age, but the experience of her traumatic incident being exposed to the public such that everyone was aware of how she had been violated as a young girl. It made her feel like she had nowhere to escape to back then... If a respectable and blue blooded young lady had to go through what she had encountered, what would it feel like for her? It must be worse than death itself! This time, the Damien Family really discarded their pride to start a fight with Nathan. Judging by the situation, they seemed to

Dirty splashes flew across my shirt and face. Pain shot through my palms as they scraped against the ground. For a second, everything around me went silent. Then the laughter erupted all around me. I pushed myself up slowly, feeling the weight of humiliation settle over me. Mud dripped from my clothes in heavy clumps. My face began hot. Not just from the pain I was feeling, but from the deep embarrassment. I could hear dozens of wolves laughing openly at my expense. Some pointed fingers in my direction. Others shook their heads with disdain.