As Meesha continued her mesmerizing walk down the runway, Jacinta fists clenched, her body shaking with jealousy. She leaned closer and whispered her plan to Brittney. "You see that massive rock over there?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the music, as she pointed to a towering boulder perched precariously on top of another rock at the side of the catwalk.

  Brittney's eyes followed Jacinta's gaze, and she felt a familiar understanding that as she grasped the sinister intent behind Jacinta's words.

  "I've installed a motion sensor on it," Jacinta continued, her voice dripping with venom. "As soon as Meesha reaches that spot, the rock will slip, and..."

  Brittney's eyes widened in horror as she interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper. "It will fall right on top of Meesha and crush her."

  Jacinta's smile was a cold, calculating thing, her eyes glinting with a malevolent light. "Yes. And the best part is, no one will ever suspect it was me. They'll think it was just an accident, a careless mistake by the set designers."

  As Jacinta spoke, her eyes never left Meesha, who was now approaching the spot where the rock was poised to fall. Jacinta's smile grew wider, her anticipation palpable.

  "They'll never know it was me who crushed Meesha's smile, along with her head," Jacinta whispered, her voice dripping with malice. "The rock will fall, and Meesha's body will be crushed to nothing. It's the perfect plan."

  Brittney watched, a smile appearing on her face, as Meesha walked closer and closer to the spot where the rock was waiting to fall.

  As Meesha walked closer to the spot where Jacinta had set her trap, Brittney's eyes darted towards the far end of the runway. She urgently said to Jacinta, "Jacinta, that man in black has been watching us. And now he's taking pictures. Do you think he knows about our plan?"

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  Jacinta's heart skipped a beat as she followed Brittney's gaze. The man in black was indeed taking pictures of them, his eyes fixed intently on them. Jacinta's instincts screamed at her to get out of there, to avoid getting caught. As soon as their eyes met, the man quickly turned around and walked away, heading towards the stage manager's direction.

  Jacinta's fear turned to panic. She couldn't let him reveal their plan. Without hesitation, she took off in a sprint, dashing across the stage to stop him. In her haste, she forgot about the trap she had set for Meesha, and as she ran, she passed underneath the rock, triggering the motion sensor.

  Too late, Jacinta remembered her mistake. The rock came crashing down, its massive weight crushing her beneath it. The sound of the impact was sickening, a wet crunch that echoed through the stunned silence.

  Meesha, who had been approaching the spot, stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening in horror. The rock's impact sent a spray of blood flying through the air.

  Meesha's eyes snapped shut instinctively as the blood sprayed across her face. The crimson liquid streaked from her arm, across her cheek, and towards her face, leaving a gruesome mark. As the warm liquid touched her skin, Meesha's face contorted in revulsion, her eyes remaining shut as if to block out the horror unfolding before her.

  When she opened her eyes again, she was met with a sight that made her blood run cold. Jacinta's body was crushed beneath the rock, her bones visible through the torn flesh. A pool of blood had formed around her, a dark, glossy lake that seemed to spread and grow with each passing moment.

  Meesha's mind recoiled in shock, her body frozen in place. The crowd around her erupted into a chorus of gasps and murmurs, their faces pale and horrified. Brittney, who had been watching from the sidelines, let out a strangled gasp, her eyes fixed on Jacinta's lifeless body.

  As the reality of the situation sunk in, Meesha's bodyguards and the stage crew rushed onto the stage, surrounding her and ushering her away from the gruesome scene. The police arrived soon after, their sirens wailing as they took control of the chaotic situation. The once-glamorous runway show had descended into a nightmare, one that would haunt every dream for years to come.

  Brittney's eyes widened in horror as she stared at Jacinta's lifeless body, surrounded by medics and policemen.

  She couldn't believe that her plan had backfired so catastrophically. Jacinta was dead, and it was all because of Meesha. Brittney's fear gave way to anger, and she clenched her fists, her mind racing with thoughts of revenge.

  "I'll make sure Meesha pays for this," Brittney hissed to herself, her eyes blazing with fury. "As long as I'm alive, I'll make sure Jacinta's death isn't in vain."

  With a newfound sense of purpose, Brittney slipped away from the chaos and made her way to a lonely hallway. She quickly pulled out her phone and opened an anonymous Instagram account, her fingers flying as she uploaded nude photos of Meesha.

  But just as she was about to post it, a hand slapped the phone out of her grasp, and another foot came crashing down, crushing the device beneath its heel.

  Brittney's eyes darted up to meet the gaze of a tall, handsome man with a dark and foreboding expression. His face was chiseled, piercing eyes that seemed to bore into her very soul. He looked like a thunderstorm, and Brittney felt a shiver run down her spine as he grasped her arm, his grip like a vice.