The Succubus Stigma

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The company dinner was winding down when Rick, the head of HR, decided he hadnt had enough attention. He knocked back his fourth whiskey, his face flushed a dull, mottled red, and leaned into the center of the table.

You guys heard the real story yet? he slurred, his voice carrying too far.

The table went quiet.

Our Chairman, Mr. Abernathybillionaire, king of the industrydoesnt just check out of a penthouse window for no reason, Rick said, his eyes darting around the room with a performative secrecy. It wasnt the market. It was a woman.

He paused for effect, then lowered his voice to a stage whisper that cut through the clinking of silverware. He was seeing Kate. She bled him dry, played him for a fool, and when the money ran out, he couldnt take it. Youve all seen that video floating around the dark web, right? The one with the blurred faces? That was him. And the girl? That was her.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the room curdled. Dozens of eyespeople I had worked with, eaten lunch with, shared jokes withall swung toward me like a firing squad.

Before I could even gasp, the heavy oak doors of the private dining room burst open. A woman built like a linebacker stormed in, flanked by three others who looked just as formidable.

Rick didnt miss a beat. He stood up, pointing a shaking finger at me. Is that Mrs. Abernathy? Look, there she is! Thats Kate. This has nothing to do with the rest of us!

The betrayal was instantaneous. My colleagues scrambled away from me as if I were radioactive.

Kill that bitch! Mrs. Abernathy screamed, her voice a guttural roar.

They charged. And I was utterly, terrifyingly alone.

1.

The world turned into a blurred montage of violence and noise. My brain couldnt keep up. One second I was trying to process the absurdity of the rumorhow could anyone think I had anything to do with Mr. Abernathy?and the next, I was being swarmed.

They were onto me in seconds. These weren't just grieving women; they were predators. I felt heavy, calloused hands tear at my hair, and the first blow to my ribs took my breath away.

You little slut! Mrs. Abernathy shrieked, her face inches from mine, a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred. You seduced my husband! You stole his life!

Its not just the money, another woman yelled, kicking at my shins. You destroyed a family! Did your mother teach you how to be a homewrecker, or does it just run in the blood?

I tried to shield my face, but they were practiced. They targeted my clothes, ripping the silk of my blouse, tearing at my skirt until the fabric gave way. When my bra was wrenched downward, exposing me to the entire room, I felt a wave of cold, paralyzing shame. I curled into a fetal ball on the floor, trying to cover my chest with my arms, sobbing into the carpet.

Through the forest of legs, I saw them. My coworkers. Not a single person was calling 911. Instead, the room was a sea of glowing smartphone screens. They were filming. Some of them were actually smirking, enjoying the spectacle of my ruin.

I had spent three years being the "nice" one. Id covered shifts, stayed late, and brought coffee for the very people now recording my assault. Why did they hate me this much?

Then I saw himPierce, one of the junior executives. He was creeping closer, his phone in his left hand, his right hand reaching out toward me with a sickening, predatory greed. He wasnt trying to help. He was trying to get a feel while I was pinned down.

I didnt do it! I screamed, my voice cracking. I barely knew him! Stop! This is a crime!

Pierce, get away from me!

But my plea was cut short. Two of the women dropped their weight onto my shoulders, pinning me flat against the floor. They grabbed my wrists and forced my arms wide, leaving me completely vulnerable.

I was exposed. Completely.

Pierce lunged forward like a starving dog, a disgusting, hungry look in his eyes. The desperation and nausea that rose in my throat were overwhelming. In that moment, I realized this wasn't an accident. This felt like a coordinated execution.

I gritted my teeth, looking at the circle of facesthe people I once called friends. Ill kill you, I hissed through my tears. I swear to God, Ill kill every one of you.

The only thing youll be doing is begging for more once I get you in bed, Pierce whispered, his hand inches from my skin.

Stop!

The voice was like a thunderclap. Deep, authoritative, and terrifyingly familiar.

The hands released me. The room went dead silent. I looked toward the door, clutching the remnants of my clothes to my chest.

Everett, the CEO, was standing there. He didnt hesitate. He stripped off his charcoal blazer, ran to me, and wrapped it around my shaking frame, pulling me into the safety of his arms.

2.

Young, brilliant, and devastatingly handsome, Everett was the golden boy of the corporate world. He was the kind of man who seemed untouchable, yet he had always been fair to his staff.

In his arms, the terror finally broke into a sob. Everett, they they were

I know, he murmured, his hand stroking my hair, his chest a solid wall against my panic. Its okay. Ive got you.

But the nightmare wasnt over.

Another wave of people flooded the roomnot police, but paparazzi and live-streamers, their cameras equipped with professional rigs.

Look, guys! There she is! The mistress who drove Abernathy to the edge!

Wait, is that the CEO holding her? Everett? Hes protecting her!

The comments from the streamers started flying, a toxic stream of digital consciousness.

Shes a busy girl, isn't she? From the Chairman to the CEO. Must be something in the water at that office.

The devil wears Prada, but she wears nothing at all, apparently.

I tried to bury my face in Everetts shirt, desperate to hide from the lenses. He held me tighter, shouting at the crowd, Put the cameras down! Get out!

Oh, look at him playing the hero, a female streamer mocked. Doesnt he know hes hugging a woman whos been through half the board of directors?

I pushed away from Everett, terrified that my proximity would ruin him. I turned my back to the cameras, trying to hide the fact that my skirt was shredded. I wasnt with Mr. Abernathy! I cried out. We spoke maybe three times in passing!

Sure, honey, the streamer sneered. And Im the Queen of England. Weve seen the video. We know your voice.

Shes even showing off her body for the camera while she 'cries,' another voice chimed in. Total sociopath. She probably went to a finishing school for gold diggers.

I felt like I was standing on a bed of nails. If I faced them, I was a "slut." If I turned away, I was "calculated."

Thats enough! Everett shouted. He was already unbuttoning his dress shirt to wrap around my waist, covering the tears in my skirt.

Big mans getting protective, a streamer laughed. Dont get too attached, Everett. You dont want to be the next one jumping off a building.

GraysonI mean, Everett, please, Rick stepped forward, trying to sound reasonable. Dont ruin your reputation for this. We know youre just being a good boss, but people are going to think youre involved with her.

Everett stood tall, his jaw set. First of all, she is my employee and she is being assaulted. Second he paused, his voice dropping to a low, clear tone that echoed through the room. I dont care what people think. I love her. Ive loved Kate for a long time.

The room gasped. I looked at him, my heart hammering against my ribs. He loved me? How? When?

Kate, stop lying, someone yelled from the back. The video is out there. Everyones seen the tattoo!

The tattoo? someone echoed.

Suddenly, a woman pushed through the crowd. My heart leaped with relief. It was Gwen, my best friend.

Leave her alone! Gwen screamed, throwing her arms around me. Kate, Im here.

She turned to the cameras, her eyes flashing with fire. The woman in that video has a tattoo on her lower back. Kate doesn't have a single drop of ink on her body!

Is that so? a streamer challenged. Prove it!

Rick smirked. If you want to clear your name, Kate, just show them. One look, and this all goes away.

But the tattoo in that infamous video wasn't on a shoulder or an ankle. It was in the most private area possible.

Mrs. Abernathy stepped forward again, her eyes crazed. She pulled a glass bottle from her purse. If I dont see that skin today, Im not leaving. And if anyone stops me, theyre getting a face full of acid. Ive lost my husband and my fortune. I have nothing left to lose.

She pointed the bottle at Everett and Gwen. You want to protect her? Then you can scar for her.

I looked at Gwens terrified face, then at Everetts protective stance. I couldn't let them get hurt because of me. I had to end this.

3.

Fine, I whispered, my voice trembling. Ill show you.

I reached for the buttons of the shirt Everett had tied around my waist, my eyes blurring with tears of pure humiliation.

But Everett and Gwen both moved at once, blocking me from the cameras.

Where are my guards? Everett roared toward the hallway. Where are they!

A group of men in black suits burst in, looking disheveled. Their ties were pulled loose, and one had a blooming bruise on his cheek.

Sir, the lobby is packed with protesters and streamers, one explained. They blocked the elevators.

I dont care! Clear a path! Everett hissed. If anyone touches her, hit them. Ill deal with the lawsuits later. No one else lays a finger on Kate.

He looked down at me and gave me a small, heartbreakingly tender smile. He tucked me under his arm, and with Gwen on my other side, we pushed through the gauntlet of flashing lights and screaming insults.

We finally made it to his Bentley. As the door slammed shut and the city noise became a dull hum, I collapsed against the leather seat.

Gwen held me, stroking my arm. Its okay, B. Its over. Youre safe.

But why? I sobbed. I thought I was good to these people. Rick I helped his kid get into that private preschool. I called in favors for him!

You still dont get it, do you? Gwen sighed. In three years, you went from intern to Director. One more step and youre a partner. You have equity, Kate. Youre too good, too fast. They dont see a friend; they see a target.

Her words hit me like a physical weight. Is being good at my job a crime?

In a shark tank? Yes. Gwen shifted, her tone changing slightly. But hey, lets look at the silver lining. Everett basically just proposed to the world. Im actually a little jealousIve had a crush on him since the Christmas party.

Gwen, stop, I murmured, my face heating up despite the trauma. He was just saying that to make them back off.

Everett, sitting in the front seat, turned around. His eyes were soft but intense. Gwen isnt wrong, Kate. I meant it. Every word.

The rest of the night was a blur. We arrived at Everetts sprawling estatea glass and steel fortress in the hills.

Gwen was a whirlwind of activity. She got me a blanket, made me coffee, and even slipped into the kitchen to whip up some comfort food. Everett had ordered a spread of takeout, but he also opened a cold beer and handed it to me.

Drink this. Itll take the edge off, he said.

Gwen sat beside me, her pink slippers tucked under her. Drink up, B. Then were going to sleep, and tomorrow, Everett is going to fix everything.

Okay, I nodded, taking a long pull of the beer.

I felt heavy. Drowsy. The world began to tilt. Gwen led me to a guest suite, her voice a soothing murmur as she tucked me in. I tried to reach for my phoneI wanted to check the news, to see if the world was still burningbut I didn't have the strength. I plugged it into the charger on the vanity by the door and let the darkness take me.

When I woke up, the sun was high. My head throbbed with a rhythmic, stabbing pain. I tried to get up, but my limbs felt like lead.

Outside the door, a commotion was brewing. The door flew open.

Everett was there. But the man who had held me so tenderly was gone. Behind him stood Mrs. Abernathy and a dozen streamers, their cameras already rolling.

He pointed at me, his face twisted in disgust. You lying bitch. I cant believe I fell for it. If I hadnt seen it with my own eyes, I would have kept defending you.

What? What are you talking about? I stammered, pulling the duvet tighter.

The tattoo! he screamed.

I froze. I looked down, throwing the covers back in a panic.

There, on the skin of my inner thigh, pulsing a fresh, angry pink, was a tattoo of a succubus. The exact one from the video.

I stared at it in horror. My heart stopped. I looked up at Everett, expecting him to see the impossibility of it, but his eyes were full of a cold, calculated rage.

In the back of the room, I saw Gwen. She was crying, trying to push through the crowd to get to me, but she was being shoved back by Mrs. Abernathys friends.

Then, Everett did the unthinkable. He stepped forward and ripped the duvet off the bed.

Take the pictures! he yelled to the streamers. Document the evidence! See her for what she really is!

4.

In a heartbeat, my last shred of dignity was stripped away.

I tried to pull the blanket back, but it was gone. I tried to press my legs together, but Everett grabbed my knees and forced them apart for the cameras.

Get the shot! the streamers yelled, their lenses inches from my skin. The exclusive member group is going to go crazy for this! High-def proof!

Look at the little succubus, someone mocked. Suits her, doesn't it?

They weren't just reporting; they were feasting. They were turning my humiliation into currency. I fought, I kicked, I screamed, but there were too many of them.

After what felt like an eternity, they got what they wanted. They backed off, laughing and checking their footage.

I scrambled into a corner, shaking, trying to hide behind a pillow.

Gwen finally broke through. Her clothes were torn, her hair a mess, but she threw herself over me. You people are monsters! This is illegal! Even if she did have a tattoo, this is assault! This is revenge porn!

Gwen, I sobbed into her shoulder. It wasn't there. I swear, it wasn't there last night.

Kate, stop, Gwen whispered, her voice cracking. I saw it. I dont care if you lied to me, I still love you, but dont lie now. Well get through it, but you have to be honest.

Then, the sound of sirens cut through the air.

Police officers filtered into the room, their expressions grim.

Nobody move! a female officer commanded, pushing through the crowd. Who is Kate Mercer? We have a warrant for your arrest. You are being charged with grand larceny and fraud in connection with the death of Arthur Abernathy.

The room went silent. A dozen fingers pointed at me. Thats her.

Maam, you need to come with us, the officer said, stepping toward the bed.

I didn't I didn't steal anything, I whispered. Please. Can I just put on some clothes?

The officer nodded and cleared the room. I had nothing to wearmy clothes from the night before were rags. She lent me her uniform jacket and borrowed a sweatshirt from a colleague to wrap around my waist.

As I was led toward the door, I stopped. I pointed to the phone still plugged into the vanity.

Officer, my phone, I said, my voice suddenly cold and clear. Theres evidence on it. Before I went to sleep last night, I set it to record. I had a feeling I just had a feeling.

I saw Rick, the HR head, standing by the door. His face went pale. Before anyone could react, he lunged for the vanity. He grabbed my phone and smashed it against the marble floor with all his might. Then he jumped on it, grinding the glass into the rug.

The female officer tackled him, but it was too late. He grabbed the shattered remains, shoved them into the heavy velvet curtains, and flicked a lighter.

The fabric caught instantly. He stood there, watching the smoke rise, a jagged, triumphant smile on his face. He didn't say a word, but his eyes said it all: Your proof is gone.