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Exhausted from the late night and scared of Lance’s threat, Andrea feels especially unnerved by Lily’s screams. Effortlessly, Lance lifts her off the ground and carries her toward his room. She can still hear Lily in the distance, and she suppresses a shudder. “What are you going to do with me?” she asks derisively. “Afraid?” “No, you won’t dare do anything.” With a swift motion she pulls a cellphone out of her pajama pocket. She taps the screen and opens a live broadcasting app. A small green dot flickers on the screen indicating that she has started recording. “Who’s interested in learning all about Mr. Lance Hamilton’s penchant for domestic violence?” she asks. “What are you doing?” he demands. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s a live broadcast, of course. I want the world to know what the