Freya

Voices echoed around me, sharp and cruel.

“She seduced him…”

“Is she a whore?”

“Fire her.”

“She opened her dress for him.”

“She has no shame.”

“She’s a slut.”

I was shouting back desperately, tears streaming down my face. “I didn’t do anything! I didn’t do anything! Please believe me!”

But the crowd only grew louder. “It’s a lie!”

Cameras flashed relentlessly in my face, blinding me.

“Please believe me!” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please…”

My eyes snapped open.

I sat up abruptly on the bed, breathing ragged and heavy, my heart still pounding from the nightmare. The memories of last night crashed back into me — the...