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..."

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

was going

was she? It looked like a room of a cheap

Someone was taking a bath in the bathroom.

confusion, she found it hard

and fabricate evidence of her cheating with another man so he can come back and frame a case agaisnt

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

of the man

Dose?

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

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

and held it in her hand, but she found no strength to grip it

some consciousness. She struggled to her feet

to pick it

flap overhung on his face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door, the smile disappeared all at once and he yelled into the phone: "Liu, that girl

to open the door; but before she could even walk out that portly man had caught up

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

hard into the old man's arm; the man let out of 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 that middle-aged man covering his hand around his wound which was

the glass cup on the cupboard and smashed it 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

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 god’s wish to