She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 181

“I have a suggestion,” Sabrina said, sounding utterly nonchalant. “You can help each other finish your tasks.”

“How exactly?” someone in the crowd piped up.

“For instance, Whitney can take over and bark like a dog in place of any one of you—just enough to cover one person’s share.”

At first, the girls looked relieved. But the relief quickly dissolved into dread.

It was a merciful enough offer, but who would actually step up and take the humiliation for someone else?

Celine’s eyes darted hopefully to her close friends. She wished, just for a moment, that someone would shield her, just like they always had—charging ahead into trouble so she wouldn’t have to.

But all she got were nervous glances exchanged back and forth. No one moved. No one volunteered.

Whitney felt a surge of resentment twist inside her. This whole mess had started because Elena and Tiffany claimed Sabrina always bullied Celine, and they’d dragged Whitney into helping Celine “teach Sabrina a lesson.” Now, here they were—stuck in this humiliating predicament, all because of Celine. Shouldn’t Celine be the one to step forward now?

“Come on, hurry up! Don’t tell me you’re all talk and no action!” someone from the crowd shouted, impatience clear in their voice.

“Seriously, where’s your dignity? You didn’t hesitate this much when you made the bet!”

“If you’re best friends, then take your punishment together! Move it, you’re slower than a herd of turtles!”

The others, seeing Uliana’s example, exchanged reluctant glances. Though they hated every second of it, there was nothing for it—they followed her lead, kneeling and barking, one after another.

The front gates of the school echoed with their barking, voices rising and falling, overlapping in a spectacle that drew gasps and stares from everyone present.

Celine, caught in the middle of it all, was mortified. Hatred and humiliation churned inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut, lips trembling as she forced herself to bark ever so softly—so quietly, in fact, that her voice was lost among the others. Only the movement of her lips betrayed her participation.

The line of girls, kneeling and barking in unison, was both surreal and unforgettable. Even the crowd couldn’t help but be astonished by the sight.

Celine felt the shame burning her from the inside out. She kept her head bowed, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze, silently vowing to herself that she would never, ever forget the humiliation of this day.