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..."

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

was going

room of a cheap hotel.

was taking a bath in the

in a state of confusion, she found it hard distinguish

up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with

dose I used seems a bit too much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

the words of the man in the

Dose?

move a muscle, her body had no strength at all, and she could barely raise her hand. But there was no

skirt by

strength to grip it at all.

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, a white-colored cellphone half

to pick it up and dialed 110; the

his fifties walked out from behind the curtain wearing a white towel; he was still in the talk on the phone; the flap overhung on his face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door,

had caught up with her and dragged her hair, snatched the phone and smashed it on

although the pain in

his hands; “Pang”, Amanda fell onto the floor. She raised her head; from the gap between the scattered long hair, she saw that

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 phone...

of the fragments of glass, which should be able to detain

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