Thanks to her height advantage, Leah emerged as the clear winner of the vicious catfight.
Anya looked like an absolute wreck, her hair torn out in clumps and her body covered in dark bruises from the relentless kicks.
Noticing the growing crowd of onlookers, Leah had no intention of continuing this public humiliation.
Before turning away, she delivered one final, brutal kick to Anya's stomach.
"You have exactly twenty-four hours to scrub all those negative comments about me off the internet."
"Otherwise, I'll beat you senseless every time I see you. As of today, our friendship is officially dead."
After Leah stalked off, Anya fought through the searing agony and forced herself to stand.
She glared at the increasing number of bystanders gathering to laugh at her expense.
In her mind, she cursed every single person who had ever wronged her.
That included Leah, Andres, Maeve, her own parents, and the keyboard warriors trashing her online.
It wasn't until she finally left the gossiping crowd far behind that Anya let out a long, shaky breath.
As for Leah's twenty-four-hour ultimatum to fix the online backlash? That bitch could go to hell.
Clutching her aching stomach, Anya stumbled away from the lakeside park.
She was just raising her hand to hail a cab when a black stretch limousine pulled up and came to a halt right in front of her.
Anya frowned, wondering what kind of blind idiot would block her path like this.
The doors opened, and two massive, suited men stepped out.
Grabbing her arms on either side, they easily restrained her and began dragging her toward the luxury vehicle.
Terrified, Anya screamed, "Who are you? What are you doing?"
"Let go of me! Let go! Somebody help! They're kidnapping me in broad daylight!"
A sharp chop to the back of her neck cut off the rest of her frantic screams, plunging her into darkness.
When Anya opened her eyes again, she found herself lying in a lavishly decorated hotel suite.
A dull throb radiated from the back of her neck where she had been struck.
Dazed, she pushed herself up into a sitting position on the bed.

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