The comment section erupted.
[You guys got lucky! I’ve seen her picture, she’s gorgeous.]
[So what happened? Did you do it?]
[Is being a security guard in a rich neighborhood that good? Get me a job there! I’d work for free to sleep with a rich woman like that.]
[I’d pay them!]
[Damn, she looks so innocent, but she’s a total slut behind closed doors.]
[Get to the details! Tell us what you saw!]
[Am I the only one who thinks they’re lying? No offense, but even if she were cheating, why would she pick these two trolls?]
[Shut up, simp. She’s not gonna sleep with you. Don’t you know some women get off on ugly guys?]
Seeing that the vast majority of viewers were on their side, the guards grew bolder. “We were stunned,” one of them said with a lecherous grin. “We’re professional security guards, paid to keep The Kensington safe. Nobody said anything about providing… other services.”
The comments filled with laughing emojis.
“But what were we supposed to do?” he continued. “She threw herself at us, spread her legs for us. It would be weird if we didn’t react. She pulled us over to the lawn behind some bushes.”
A torrent of filth flooded the comments.
[Go watch Melissa Gates’s livestream! She has security footage of Jessica abusing her and her dog! I’m literally shaking and crying. That poor puppy!]
[Where??]
[On Ms. Gates’s channel!]
Thousands of viewers switched to Melissa Gates’s livestream. She had built a following of several hundred thousand by posting about her glamorous daily life.
On screen, she was playing the security footage of Jessica pushing her into the lake. “I didn’t want to bring this up,” she said, her voice choked with emotion. “I know Jessica has… mental health issues, and sometimes she can’t control herself. I can forgive what she did to me, but I can’t forgive what she did to my poor dog. What did he ever do to her? I just want justice for him.”
[Melissa is such a saint! Even after being attacked, she’s only worried about her dog!]

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