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

was going on.

she? It looked like a room of a cheap

taking a bath

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

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

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

Lust overflowed from the words of the man in

Dose?

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

body was burning and mouth scorching; she wanted 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.

the hairpin off and held it in her hand, but she found no strength to grip it at all. She tried many times and finally exerted all her power to stab her leg

to her feet

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

overhung on his face and belly; as soon as he

even walk out that portly man had caught

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.

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

cupboard was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the flying pieces, Amanda took the chance

detain him for seconds, or even more time; but she was not

the god’s wish to destroy her?