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..."

looked at herself. 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

going

It looked like a room of a cheap hotel. White sheets

bath in the bathroom.

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

set her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with another man so he can come

too much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would be thrilling to try

the words of the

Dose?

her body had no strength at all, and she could barely raise her

of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled her hands around and found

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 with it.

sharp end of the 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 lady's purse was lying

not care who it belonged to and bent down to pick it up and dialed 110; the bathroom door suddenly opened

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

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

although the pain in her head was killing her; she had to get out of here before the helpers got here.

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

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

and the 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 to 110,

the god’s wish