I Speak, They Bleed: My Livestream Revenge

§PROLOGUE

“I wish this moment could last forever,” Nate Maxwell murmured, his voice a low rumble against Elara Fallon’s ear.

The rain beat a soft rhythm against the windowpane, a counterpoint to the steady thrum of his heart beneath her cheek.

Outside, the city was a blur of neon and glistening asphalt, but in here, wrapped in his arms and the scent of his worn leather jacket, the world felt impossibly small, impossibly safe.

A sharp, cold pang, like a needle prick to the soul, shot through her.

It was the price of his words, the toll her power exacted for even the most innocent of wishes.

The Word.

The ancient, reality-bending force that flowed in her veins, a legacy and a curse from the Oracles of Fallon Creek.

It heard everything.

She pressed closer, burying her face in his chest, trying to smother the chilling truth.

This man, this good, honest detective who believed he was falling for a gentle soul who streamed wellness tips online, was in love with a weapon.

And that weapon was aimed squarely at the heart of his own family.

The moment wouldn’t last forever.

She would make sure of it.

§01

During my livestream, a man, pretending to be a woman, connected for a co-stream.

"I've had my period for over twenty years, and I never use pads," his simpering, digitally altered voice announced to the thousands of viewers on AuraStream.

"I just stuff some paper down there. Saves money, saves resources, and I'm still alive and kicking."

He paused for effect, the manufactured sweetness in his tone turning sour.

"And you know, you don't really need to rest after giving birth. I had a C-section, and the very next day, I was washing my husband's underwear and making him dinner. He was so moved he cried."

No one knew they were listening to a confessional.

No one knew this was a judgment hall.

And no one knew that in my presence, every word spoken becomes truth.

I run an emotional wellness stream, a sanctuary where I help people navigate their troubles.

Countless women had called in, sharing their intimate stories of heartache and betrayal, and I had patiently offered solutions for each one.

Before they disconnected, I would always conclude with a warm, gentle smile and the same six words.

"May you get everything you deserve."

My viewers flooded the chat.

【Wow, the host is as kind as she is beautiful.】

【She's wifey material, I'm calling it now.】

【Hey host, can you wear something sexier and do a spicy dance? Bro will send you a sports car.】

I glanced at the last comment, sent by a user named 'DreadHead'.

Before I could decline, my boyfriend, Nate Maxwell, muttered jealously from just off-camera.

"See? I told you you're too pretty for this. I don't want you putting yourself out there."

I chuckled, pinching his thigh playfully before addressing the viewer directly.

"I'm sorry, I'm an emotional wellness streamer. I listen to people's hearts, I don't sell my body."

DreadHead's messages continued to pop up.

【Don't act so pure. You want the money, but you're not willing to do the work. Playing the saint after setting up the brothel.】

I ignored him, checked the time, and announced to my audience that there was only one co-stream slot left for the night.

Just then, an anonymous user requested to connect. I accepted.

A cloying, high-pitched voice filled the stream. "Host, I've been listening to all these sisters complaining, and I'm not here to complain. I'm here to complain about *them*."

"Even though I'm a girl, I still think women are just too damn dramatic. That first girl said her boyfriend was playing video games with another girl while she was on her period. I just don't get it. Why can't he play games with someone else? Just because you're bleeding? Who do you think you are? It's hilarious. I've had my period for twenty years, never used a pad, just stuffed paper down there. Saves money, saves resources, and I'm still alive and kicking."

"And that second woman, complaining that her husband cooked her plain oatmeal after she gave birth. I think her husband did nothing wrong. You don't need to rest after childbirth. I had a C-section, and the very next day, I was washing my husband's underwear and making him dinner. He was so moved he cried. Women should dote on their husbands more. That's how you build a happy life."

§02

The chat log filled with a single, resounding sentiment: 【?】

The anonymous caller, seeing the reaction, ramped up the act, her voice becoming even more saccharine and artificial.

"Don't you dare disagree with me. My husband adores a diligent, understanding woman like me. If you just learn from my example, you too can have such a wonderful husband."

The female viewers in the stream were past anger; they were amused.

【This is hilarious. The transvestite energy is off the charts. If you don't like what's between your legs, just chop it off yourself.】

【Twenty years on your period, using paper? How did that not kill you from toxic shock syndrome?】

【Washing clothes for your husband the day after a C-section? Get the hell out of here with your fake-ass story!】

【Men are all trash!】

Finally, amidst the storm of angry comments, the anonymous caller disconnected in a huff.

Before the stream cut off, I offered my customary blessing, a strange, knowing smile playing on my lips.

"May you get everything you deserve."

Nate blinked, his handsome face contorting into a look of appeasement.

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