My body was weak; I tried to react, but I had no strength. My stomach hurt too much to get up.
I tried to shield myself with my arms, but two hands opened up, and again, an intense pain in the stomach. The hands let go of me, and my vision was blurry.
"Congratulations!" I heard, but I couldn't identify the voices; there were at least three male voices.
Biff!!
A punch to the face. I had no strength left. I started to give up until I felt a slight burning sensation.
"Hahaha, it's going to leave a mark!" I heard from my left, like a joyful shout from a blur slightly larger than the other two.
"Come on, put the glasses on him! He needs to look good for the photo!" I heard from the right, and a third person put my glasses on my eyes.
When I heard those words, I started to sweat cold. My hands were cold, and when I looked forward, a flash.
My beaten body was photographed to humiliate me before everyone.
