Chapter 1

My foster father pulled down my pants and beat me, then posted photos of my bruised body on his SnapChat story:

[I’m only doing this for her own good.]

Three days later, those photos spread throughout the entire school.

From the kids who bullied me to the boy I secretly crushed on, everyone witnessed my humiliation.

That day, after school, I stood on the rooftop.

A figure in a pig mask grabbed me and shoved a note into my hand.

It read:

[Live. I’ll help you get revenge.]

“Holy crap, she’s that old and still gets spanked by her dad? That’s messed up.”

“Is her dad a total pervert?”

“Maybe she did something really bad, otherwise why would he beat her like that?”

“The photos are on SnapChat! That’s social suicide!”

“I heard it’s that day student, Luna. She barely participates in anything.”

…

I’m Luna.

Now, as I walked into the classroom, my hands and feet were freezing.

Because on the big screen, a photo was projected.

In the picture, I was sprawled on the couch, my face streaked with tears.

Arthur Vance’s camera had zoomed in on the part where my pants were pulled down, capturing every red mark and bruise in sickening detail.

Eighteen years old, stripped of privacy and dignity, my private parts exposed for everyone to see.

The photo wasn’t even censored.

My humiliated self, displayed like Arthur Vance’s trophy.

I suddenly remembered what he’d said yesterday—

“Fine, Luna, you’re tough, just like your mother.

Now you don’t even react when I hit you.

But I have plenty of ways to deal with you.”

I saw Arthur Vance pick up his phone then, but I didn’t understand what he was doing.

A chilling premonition suddenly washed over me.

I quickly pulled out my own phone and tapped on Arthur Vance’s SnapChat profile.

Turns out, after he beat me last night, he took photos and posted them to his SnapChat story.

His caption was equally cutting:

[Everyone only sees my harshness, but no one understands the bitterness and hardship of a single father.]

Below were mostly comments from relatives.

[Arthur, you did good, thumbs up.]

[She’s a girl, you shouldn’t be too hard on her.]

Among those likes, a familiar pink rabbit avatar stood out like a sore thumb.