Novel Full Chapter 1919: Victimhood
Chapter 1919: Victimhood
Villain Ch 1919. Victimhood
At another place.
Far from the velvet pillows and lazy warmth of Allen’s harem nap, a different kind of stage was being set.
Sophia sat cross-legged in her apartment, camera propped at the perfect angle, lighting adjusted just enough to make her skin look flushed and vulnerable, not glowy. The curtains were drawn halfway, letting in that late-evening glow that could pass as melancholic if framed right.
She stared at herself through the phone screen. Tilted her head. Practiced blinking slow.
Then she sniffed. Blinked again. Her nose turned a little pink. She pinched the corner of her eye—lightly. Just enough to redden the rim. Then she looked into the camera.
And hit “go live.”
The stream blinked to life.
For a moment, just a few watchers trickled in. Regulars, maybe. Curious. Silent.
Sophia let out a slow breath and dropped her gaze, letting her shoulder tremble just once. Not too much. Just enough to look fragile.
“…Hey,” she whispered. Her voice cracked slightly.
Viewers: 3
@CupcakeWitch99: what happened??
@just_call_me_syd: omg are you ok??
@neonfroggie: you look like u been crying
“I have,” she said softly, eyes still on the floor. “I didn’t want to go live like this. I didn’t want to talk about it. But it’s too much. I can’t hold it in anymore…”
She paused, waited.
The numbers ticked up. Dozens. Then a hundred. Two hundred. The chat sped up.
She looked up, straight into the lens. Her eyes were glassy. Her lips trembling.
“I pretend to be fine,” she said, “but I’m not. I can’t be. After what they did to me? After that video went around… you all saw it.”
She let a tear roll down.
“It’s not fake. It’s real. It happened. They forced me. I didn’t consent, not really, even if it looked like I did—because I was scared.”
More people joined.
The comments exploded.
@Tommy_TTV: is this about that video??
@sunflwrqueenx: girl I’m HERE for u (T_T)
@MenaceMango: lmao not this again
@R0gueDollface: my heart is breaking watching this
@skaterpapi32: wait what’s going on? someone explain
@jelly_beans69: she looks so sad omfg
@FakeSmileFactory: y’all she literally said it was fake before
@glitterbbyxo: she’s being SO brave rn
@wtf_eli: I’m not buying this
@BrokenHalo88: – this is why I have trust issues
@empathwitchbaby: I’ve been thru this too. thank you for speaking up
Sophia bit her lip. Let her voice catch.
“You think I wanted to be seen like that? You think I… I asked for this? I can’t even leave my apartment without thinking someone’s filming me. Judging me. Laughing.”
Her voice dropped to a whisper.
“I want justice. I want peace. But I’m just a girl. I don’t have powerful friends. I don’t have lawyers. I have nothing.”
She sniffled, louder now. Deliberately.
“My therapist said I need support. That I need to get away. Heal. But therapy costs money. Rent costs money. And now my name’s everywhere… do you think I can get a job after this? Do you think anyone will hire me?”
The chat began raining hearts and roses and crying emotes.
The gifts started coming.
Five bucks. Ten. Thirty. A huge donation banner popped across the screen—$200 from DarkLily88 with the message “you don’t deserve this, stay strong.”
Sophia hiccupped and covered her mouth. As if overwhelmed.
Inside?
She felt like electricity.
Like she was flying.
The high of being watched. Being believed. Being the center of gravity in a planet of simps and sympathizers.
“I know people say I’m lying. That I’m a manipulator. That I made it up because I asked for money.”
Her voice got louder.
“But I need money. Because I was broken. Because they took something from me. And I’m trying to survive.”
She looked down again. Shoulders shaking. Curls falling into her face like a filter. She let herself go still.
The chat split down the middle.
Viewers: 743
@honeydewtearz: I believe you
@cryingclubcard: stay strong queen
@matchaprincessx: this is real. you can see it in her face
@sp00ky_socks: she’s crying on camera ffs
@NoMoreSilence88: you people are sick if you still defend those guys
@chaoswitch94: crying doesn’t = truth y’all
@babylofi_89: I don’t care. No one deserves this backlash
@antlered_truths: I feel like we don’t know the whole story yet
@peachybones_xx: sending her hugs and all my stars
@opossumqueen33: 100% supporting her. this is disgusting
@sleepy_haterade: nah y’all getting manipulated and don’t care
@voidthemenace: yall are way too quick to believe tears
She leaned closer.
“Some of you will never believe me,” she whispered. “Because you’re so scared of the truth. You think money is the reason? I didn’t even ask until I had no choice. I’m suicidal. My doctor said I’m not safe. And yet…”
Her eyes fluttered shut.
“…And yet some of you still call me a liar.”
The tears this time weren’t pinched out.
They were real.
But not for the reason they thought.
Sophia wasn’t crying for what they did.
She was crying because it was working.
Because the chat was exploding.
The viewer count ticked past seven hundred.
Because she’d never, in her entire pathetic influencer-wannabe existence, gotten this many people to care about her.
The money bar grew. The tip jar clinked.
And all she had to do was perform.
She should’ve done this years ago. This? This was her true niche.
Victimhood was viral.
Sophia wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her sweatshirt, letting the tears dry naturally.
Her face looked perfect—puffy-eyed but soft, raw but angelic. She imagined how the screenshot would look on thumbnails: “Influencer breaks silence” or “She finally speaks.” Her follower count ticked up, the little red numbers pulsing like a heartbeat.
The dopamine hit was dizzying. It almost made her forget how fake this all was. Almost.
Then the chat started to shift.
At first it was subtle—tiny ripples in the flood of sympathy.
Lines of text she almost scrolled past.
@vorturious: wait… weren’t there two versions of the video??
@Mik3lovesCats: yeah, I saw a diff clip on Redit, it looked AI altered
@ByteWitness: guys, that file’s metadata didn’t match a camera output… it’s fake
Sophia blinked. Her fingers froze above the phone.
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