Suffered Humiliation Crossword Novels & Stories

At this moment, Morse felt both joy and endless humiliation at the same time. “I found it too! It’s in the cecum!” “I found mine too! It’s in the rectum! F*ck! I’m almost going to pull it out!” “Damn Death Inquisitor! I’m going to kill you!” After being humiliated verbally, and now being humiliated by the truth, the four of them wanted to crash to death under the double blow! The four of them took out their keys one after another. Kacha! Kacha! Kacha!

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.

I used to think humiliation had a sound. Like glass breaking, or a car crash. Something loud and violent you could point to. I was wrong. Humiliation sounds like polite laughter. The kind that ripples through a rooftop party at 11:47 PM, when three hundred of Manhattan’s most connected people decide you’re the punchline. “Come on, Alina. Don’t act shocked.”

Every single one flaunted how cherished she was by Benedict, how they were a match made in heaven. For so many years, Benedict had no idea of the humiliation I had endured. He would lightly say that Anna was just his bed partner. A sudden surge of fury struck Benedict. He could not contain his anger and stormed toward the kitchen.

Seeing his bandage I didn't even feel pity for him. Well, Today I came here to see Avni & Ishaan. My intention was to meet them and again try to convince him to leave me and my children. But when he asked for forgiveness than something snapped inside my mind. Seeing him I can feel that he is mentally disturbed and really regretting his deeds!! He wants to do redemption! He is regretting his deeds! Right!! Well, to make him regret really I have to humiliate him. I am not a monster like him to do physical torture. But at least I can make him regret his every action by humiliating him.

He said a curse word under his breath and walked away to sit with his friends. I waited until they were not looking. Then, very slowly, I reached down. I scooped up a small handful of the wet, dirty mud where my water had spilled. I brought my shaking hand to my lips and sucked the dirty moisture out of it, swallowing the dirt just so my throat would not close up. It was the lowest, most humiliating moment of my life. I was truly nothing but an animal to them. After I finished eating my stale bread, I wiped my dirty mouth with the back of my hand. I reached into the deep pocket of my thin pants.

Rotten foods and all, while raining curses on me. “Slut!” “Desperate bitch!” “No wonder she acts all quiet. She’s secretly shameless!” The insults crashed into me harder than the rotten food hitting my body. Pieces of soggy bread stuck to my hair while something wet and foul slid down my shoulder. I curled into myself, raising my trembling arms over my head as tears streamed uncontrollably down my face. The laughter around me only grew louder. Every cruel word felt like a knife carving into my chest, and no matter how badly I wanted to defend myself, my voice refused to come out. My throat burned painfully, choked by humiliation.

Only then could I move. The humiliation I had endured moments ago still clung to me, thick and suffocating, settling deep into my chest. It wasn’t new, yet somehow it always managed to hurt as though it were the first time. The whispers, the careless glances, the way my presence was acknowledged only when something was required of me, it all piled up until the weight of it became unbearable. If humiliation had levels, then this was the highest one yet. I lowered my gaze, staring at the polished surface of the table, watching my distorted reflection stare back at me. How fitting. I didn’t recognize myself anymore either.

I hadn’t intended for Ghost to hear them, but he had heard them. His response was a grunt. “What is discomforting is the fact that you’ve allowed yourself to be constantly humiliated by people who are unworthy.” He fumed. “I’m unable to understand why a person of your status has become so pitiful.” “I’m pitiful?” He answered. “You are.” My heart had been shattered by his words. My soul had become wet and my stomach churned with bile. My hand curled into fists, fists so tight my knuckles paled.

I quickly brushed my hair towards my face to hide my face, but it was too late, they knew I was the person they were searching for. As soon as they figured it out, the air erupted with a cacophony of insults, each word a razor-sharp barb that pierced my skin and sliced into my soul. “That's the brat that made Felix Desmond lose his position.” One yelled, pointing at me. Eggs flew through the air, splattering against me like a symbol of their disgust. The cold, wet yolk seeped into my clothes, a humiliating reminder of their hatred. I felt like a piñata, broken and battered, with each hit releasing a little more of my dignity.