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..."

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 of the wine was emanated not only from his dress but her hairs and body...

Something was going

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

taking a bath in

hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality; did she die?

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

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

overflowed from the words of the man in

Dose?

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 going to resigned herself to such

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

she found no strength to grip it at all.

hairpin 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

and bent down to pick it up and dialed 110; the bathroom door suddenly opened

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

portly man had caught up

man dragged Amanda back into the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her head was killing her; she had to get out of here before the helpers got here.

let go of his hands; “Pang”, Amanda fell onto the floor. She raised her head; from the gap between the scattered long

was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed

was barefoot as she was and the ground was full of the fragments of glass, which should be able to detain him

it really the god’s wish to destroy