A sharp female voice came from the other end of the phone, and Nia Mitchell frowned as she looked at the caller ID.
Unknown number.
"Who are you?"
Nia Mitchell frowned, already in a bad mood, and now being cursed at by someone.
"Who I am is none of your business. Mistresses never end well. Just wait, you'll get what you deserve..."
With a snap, Nia Mitchell hung up the phone, utterly baffled.
A stranger had actually called just to scold her.
After hanging up, another call came in.
"Hello?"
"Mistresses will meet a bad end, mistresses will meet a bad end, mistresses will meet a bad end!"
"Snap!"
Nia Mitchell hung up the phone again.
At this point, her phone kept buzzing with all sorts of notification sounds.
Frowning, Nia Mitchell saw that Twitter, Facebook, Whatsapp, etc., were all filled with messages.
Every single one was a curse directed at her, and some even sent horrifying bloody pictures.
"Ah!"
Nia Mitchell screamed in fright, flinging her phone away.
