“Mr. Combs came out of the room, and I just saw a liquor bottle fly past her and hit the wall. He grabbed her by her hair, and started dragging her by her hair into her bedroom. And I could hear what sound like him slapping her. She was screaming. Then Mr. Combs was basically saying, b*tch, when I tell you to come here, you come now, not later.”

“Did you intervene?”

“No, I was terrified.”

This is Day 2 of Diddy’s trial.