She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 71

The boys lounged across chairs and desks, arms slung over each other’s shoulders as they laughed and shouted crude jokes.

“Can you believe she’s the one the Sutton family dragged out from the sticks? Honestly, makes me sick.”

“Yeah, sorry for getting carried away earlier, but I could volunteer to try her out first—see what she’s like, then let you all know.”

“Don’t just talk about it, man. I heard she’ll go for the right price. Anyone want to pitch in and see if we can make it a group thing?”

“You’re tempting me. With a face like that, even a few days would be worth it.”

“How about we take turns? She’s the real Sutton heiress, huh? I wouldn’t mind getting my shot, ha!”

Their voices echoed across the room, making no attempt to lower their volume even with Sabrina sitting just a few feet away.

She remembered all the times they’d mocked her, humiliated her, slandered her—never holding back. On her way home from school, she’d been harassed more times than she could count. She used to think she could just ignore the filth they spewed, pretend she didn’t hear it, and somehow it would stop.

She’d been wrong.

Ignoring them only made them bolder. Their malice grew more vicious the less she fought back.

Some people are rotten all the way through. Like these well-dressed degenerates. Their mouths were filthy—maybe it was time they learned what it meant to be the scum they acted like.

Sabrina stood up, her steps measured and steady as she walked toward the cluster of boys.

They were in the middle of cracking jokes about who’d get to “have a go” at her first, grinning lewdly.

Then, without warning, Sabrina reached out and yanked one boy by the hair, slamming his head against the desk with a sickening thud.

Before he could react, she drove her knee sharply into his groin.

A loud crash followed as the desk tipped over, books scattering everywhere.

It wasn’t until the boy let out a howl of agony that the others snapped out of their shock. Across the room, girls stared wide-eyed, frozen by the sudden violence.

“No one taught you how to behave?” Sabrina’s voice sliced through the stunned silence. “Let me do it for you.”

Her eyes burned with icy fury; the air around her seemed to crackle.

“Anyone else want to try me?” Sabrina’s voice was icy, her gaze sweeping over the pack of animals masquerading as boys.

They shrank back, retreating in silence.

They were terrified. No one at this school had ever seen anything so brutal.

Sabrina kicked the boys writhing on the floor aside and strode toward the group of girls huddled together across the room.

Those girls had called her filthy, said she was for sale, spread rumors that she had diseases—whispering things even dirtier than the boys.

The girls were nervous, but they tried to act tough, convinced that Sabrina wouldn’t actually dare hit them. And anyway, they told themselves, what they’d said was the truth—at least it wasn’t as vile as what the boys had said.

“Apologize.”

Sabrina fixed them with a cold, steady stare.

A shiver ran through the group. After seeing what she’d just done, even the boldest girls faltered.