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..."

into pieces, exposing her pale and smooth leg; trousers and shirts of man were scattered everywhere near her; the

Something was going on.

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

was taking a bath

confusion, she found it hard distinguish between

set her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with another man so

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

overflowed from the words of

Dose?

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

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

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

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,

pick it up and dialed 110; the bathroom door suddenly

on his face and belly; as soon

before she could even walk out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her hair, snatched the phone and

room; Amanda struggled, although the

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 that middle-aged man covering his hand around

then, everything on the cupboard was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the flying

detain

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