Revenge

She tried to wake up; the pain in the head was nothing compared with the horror of her nightmare, in which there was fire singing and rampaging around her, blood everywhere, that handsome yet twisted face full of mocking...

Amanda's hand was clenched tighter and tighter with her nail piercing through the skin; finally, that the pain brought some soberness to her head; she opened her eyes with difficulty.

Blurred vision.

A warm yellow halo dazzled her eyes.

It was soft underneath, she knew she was supposed to be lying in bed...

The air was inundated with a strong smell of alcohol.

There was water rinsing sounds not far away from her.

Amanda tried to sit up, but she was too weak. It was uncomfortably hot in this room. Wasn't the air conditioner on? But, she remembered it was still March...

Suddenly, a ringtone sounded not far away from her, as if in the next door: "You have the smell of her, or is my nose misled, I shouldn’t...”

Perfume.

Amanda had never been so disgusted by this song before.

The sound of the running water came to a sudden halt, then the ringtone; replaced them was the voice of a middle-aged man, very rough and like that of vendor’s crying in the market: "Hello...President Liu, ha ha, hello, hello, you don’t need to worry about that, of course I have to take care of her? Well, Yes, she must be the prettiest girl in your school, great, very nice..."

was torn into pieces, exposing her pale and smooth leg; trousers and shirts of man were scattered everywhere near her; the smell of the wine was emanated not only from his dress

Something was going on.

a room of

taking a bath in

confusion, she found it hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality; did

evidence of her cheating with another

not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway,

from the words of the man in

Dose?

no strength at all, and she could barely raise her hand. But

she wanted to tear the remaining half of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled

took the hairpin off and held it in her hand, but she found no strength to grip it at all.

Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood on the cold floor, where

not care who it belonged to and bent down to pick it up and dialed 110; the bathroom door suddenly

on his face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by

her strength to open the door; but before she could even walk out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her hair, snatched the phone and smashed it on the

girl! You wanna flee? There is no way!" The old man dragged Amanda back into the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her

arm; the man let out of a scream in pain and let go of his hands; “Pang”, Amanda fell onto the floor. She raised her head; from the gap between the scattered long hair, she

on the cupboard and smashed it fiercely onto the foot of the man; then, everything on the cupboard was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the flying pieces, Amanda took the chance and ran for the door, not forgetting to picking up the phone...

was and the ground was full of the fragments of glass, which should be able to detain him for seconds, or even more time; but she was not able to get through to

Was it really the god’s wish to destroy her?