Part 2The Abducted Wife's Revenge

I was illegally detained in a dilapidated, abandoned house by the father of my son’s classmate.

He forced me to start a livestream and slice my own flesh off with a knife.

In just twenty minutes, a massive, gaping gash had been carved into my thigh, exposing the stark white bone underneath.

The comment section exploded:

"What is she doing? Is she being forced? Blink twice if you're being threatened!"

"Didn't the title say she won't stop until her husband shows up? Where is he?!"

"Wait, is the husband trying to kill her for the insurance money?"

The kidnapper, annoyed that I was moving too slowly, snatched the knife from my hand. With a swift motion, he sliced a thick chunk of flesh from my leg and held it up to the camera.

It was as if he was showing off his knife skills.

Fighting through the blinding agony, I gasped out an explanation to the viewers: my husband was out of the country, accompanying our son to a competition. He wasn't in the States.

Before I could finish, my phone buzzed. It was a video message from my husband’s young mistress.

"Wow, this waterfront restaurant is so romantic..."

"Hubby said he loves me the most. He said I'm young and know how to please him, while you're just a washed-up, ugly housewife."

"Oh, and Leo even agreed to call me Mom! Right, Leo?"

The video showed my husband, Arthur, and my son, Leo, looking at Evelyn with absolute adoration. Leo even happily chimed in, calling her "Mom."

In the background, I could see Arthur’s colleagues, friends, relatives, as well as Leo’s friends and their parents.

They were all gathered for a massive celebration. Not a single one of them realized that the woman being tortured in the viral livestream was me.

The kidnapper frowned in confusion. He took my phone and initiated a video call with them.

When Leo saw my name on the screen, he glanced at it and immediately started mocking me:

"Oh, is the ugly housewife throwing a tantrum now?"

"Auntie Evelyn said you used to bully her when you were kids. You called her the maid's daughter and stole Grandpa's love."

"If you know what's good for you, you'll get on your knees and apologize to Auntie Evelyn right now. Maybe then Dad and I will actually be nice to you."

My face was deathly pale. The pain in my heart eclipsed the pain in my body. Through gritted teeth, I managed to croak out: "Leo... save me. Call the police..."

"Oh, enough already," my son rolled his eyes. "Stop playing games."

"Even if the cops come, we aren't leaving Auntie Evelyn's party."

Instead of hanging up, my son flipped the camera to show me the scene.

Evelyn flashed a peace sign at the camera, clearly trying to provoke me:

"Hey, sis. Arthur is going to propose to me in a few minutes. Do you think I should say yes? Oh my god, I'm so nervous..."

It felt like an invisible hand was crushing my windpipe. I couldn't breathe.

The blood continued to pour from my leg. My body temperature was dropping rapidly.

I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness.

Smack! The kidnapper delivered a brutal backhand across my face.

"Faking passing out? It won't work! If your husband doesn't show up, I'll make you beg for death."

"If cutting your flesh doesn't work, I'll dig out your kidneys. If that doesn't work, I'll chop off your hands. And if your hands are gone, I'll cut out your tongue."

The chat went completely insane.

People were cursing the kidnapper's lack of humanity, begging him to reconsider.

But mostly, they were mobilizing, urging everyone to spread the stream to find my husband.

Someone angrily commented:

"Call the cops! Can anyone tracking his IP please call 911?"

"To the guy above: calling the cops won't help as much as finding the husband. This guy clearly has a massive grudge against the husband."

"If you're a real man, go after the husband! Torturing a woman makes you a coward."

But no matter what the chat said, the kidnapper kept his focus entirely on the knife.

The agony shot from my leg straight into my brain.