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..."

that sound was not very far away. She struggled to prop her head up and looked at herself. The green chiffon dress she was wearing was torn into pieces, exposing her pale and smooth leg; trousers and shirts of man were scattered everywhere near her; the smell of the

was going

room of a cheap hotel. White sheets and quilts...

was taking a bath in the bathroom.

was in a state of confusion, she found it hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality; did she die?

cheating with another man so

has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would be thrilling

overflowed from the words of

Dose?

strength at all, and she could barely raise her hand. But there

body was burning and mouth scorching; she wanted to tear the remaining half of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled her hands around and found there was

hairpin off and held it in her hand, but she found no strength to grip it at all. She tried many

end of the hairpin pierced through her flesh, and the acute pain regained Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood on the cold floor, where a lady's purse was lying there,

belonged to and bent down to pick it up and dialed 110;

belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door, the smile disappeared all at once and he yelled into the phone: "Liu,

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

flee? There is no way!" The old man dragged Amanda back into the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her head was killing her; she had to get out of

the gap between the scattered long hair, she saw that middle-aged man covering his hand around his wound which was

the glass cup 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

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 110, there was no signal

really the