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..."

wearing was torn into pieces, exposing her pale and smooth leg; trousers and shirts of

was going on.

It looked like a room of a cheap

Someone was taking a bath in

Amanda was in a state of confusion, she found it hard distinguish

Was this what Bill Fu arranged? To set her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with another man so he can come back and frame a case agaisnt

much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But

from the words of the man

Dose?

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

the remaining half of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled her hands around and found

found no strength to grip it at all. She tried

pain regained Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood

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

talk on the phone; the flap overhung on his face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door, the smile disappeared all at once

out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her

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

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 saw

smashed it fiercely onto the foot of the man; then, everything on the cupboard was flying towards; while the man was

be able to detain him for seconds,

Amanda smiled wryly. Was it really the