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..."

exposing her pale and smooth leg; trousers and shirts of man were scattered

Something was going on.

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

Someone was taking a bath in

confusion, she found it hard

Bill Fu arranged? To set her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with

Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would be thrilling to try something new...great, so great..."

words of the man in the bathroom.

Dose?

raise her hand. But there was no way she

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

She took 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

Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood on the

not care who it belonged to and bent down to pick it up

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

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 away.

old man dragged Amanda back into the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her head was killing her; she had to get out

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

everything on the cupboard was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the

able to detain him

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