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..."

looked at herself. The green chiffon dress she was wearing was torn into pieces, exposing her pale and

going on.

of a cheap hotel.

a bath in the

found it hard distinguish between the nightmare and

To set her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with

seems a bit too much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would be thrilling to

the words of

Dose?

was in a state of panic. Yes, she couldn't move a muscle, her body had no strength at all, and she could barely raise her hand. But there was no way she was going to resigned herself to such

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

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

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

it belonged to and bent down to pick it up

on his face and belly;

all her strength to open the door; but before she could even walk out that portly man had caught up with her and

struggled, although the pain in her head was killing her; she had to get out of here before the helpers got

in pain and let go of his hands; “Pang”, Amanda fell onto the floor. She raised her head; from the gap between

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

detain him for seconds, or even more time; but she was not able to get through

Was it really the god’s