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..."

something wrong; 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

going on.

looked like a room of a cheap hotel.

bath in the

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

cheating with another man so he can come back and frame a case agaisnt her?

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

the words of

Dose?

she could barely raise her hand. But there was no way she was going to resigned herself to such

of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled her hands around and found there was an extra

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

hairpin pierced through her flesh, and the acute pain regained Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood on

to and bent down to pick it up and

towel; he was still in the talk on the phone; the flap overhung on his face and belly; as soon as he

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

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

hands; “Pang”, Amanda fell onto the floor. She raised her head; from the gap between the scattered long hair, she saw that middle-aged man covering his hand around his wound which was bleeding out and cursed out of anger; she was doomed if she was not able to escape out of here.

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

The old man was barefoot as she 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

Amanda smiled wryly. Was it really the