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..."

was wearing was torn into pieces, exposing her pale and smooth leg; trousers

was going on.

like a room of a cheap hotel. White sheets and

a bath

hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality;

cheating with another man so he

dose I used seems a bit too much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would be thrilling to try something new...great,

Lust overflowed from the words of the man in the

Dose?

she could barely raise her hand. But there was no way

the skirt by

found no strength to grip it at all. She tried many times and finally

pierced through her flesh, and the acute pain regained Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood

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

talk on the phone; the 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

Amanda used all her strength to open the door; but before she could even walk out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her hair, snatched the phone and smashed it on the floor right

the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her head was killing her; she had

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 bleeding out and cursed out of anger; she was doomed if she was not able to escape

onto the foot of the man; then, everything on the cupboard was flying towards; while

to detain him for seconds, or even more time; but she was not able to get through to 110, there was no signal at all!

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