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..."

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 of the wine was emanated not

going

she? It looked like a room of a cheap hotel.

a bath in the

was in a state of confusion, she found it hard

arranged? To set her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with another man so he can come back and

waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway,

of the

Dose?

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 humiliation! She had to

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.

strength to grip it at all. She tried

and the acute pain regained Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood on the cold floor, where a

She did not care who it belonged to and bent down to pick it up and dialed 110; the bathroom door suddenly opened at the moment!

A portly man in 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, the smile disappeared all at once and he yelled into the phone: "Liu, that girl woke up and tried to flee! Send someone!"

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

old man dragged Amanda back into the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her head was

head; from the gap between the scattered long hair, she saw that

fiercely onto the foot of the man; then, everything on the cupboard was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the flying pieces,

which should be able to detain him for seconds, or even more time; but she was not able to

the god’s wish to destroy her?