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

was going

was she? It looked like a room of a cheap hotel. White sheets

was taking a bath in

state of confusion, she found it hard distinguish between the nightmare

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

"The dose I used seems a bit too much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would be

overflowed from the words of the man in the bathroom.

Dose?

move a muscle, her body had no strength at all, and she could barely raise her hand. But there was no way she was going to resigned

body was burning and mouth scorching; she wanted to tear the remaining half of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled

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

acute pain regained Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and stood on the cold floor, where a lady's purse was lying there, a white-colored cellphone half

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

on his face and belly; as soon as

even walk out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her hair, snatched the phone and smashed it on the floor

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

from the gap between the scattered long hair, she saw that middle-aged man covering his

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

able 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!

the god’s wish to destroy her?