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..."

torn into pieces, exposing

going

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

was taking a bath

she found it hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality; did she die?

and fabricate evidence of her cheating with another man so

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, so great..."

from the words of the man in

Dose?

couldn't move a muscle, her body had no strength at all, and she could barely raise her

was burning 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

it in her hand, but she found no strength to grip it at all. She tried many times and finally exerted all her

Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her feet and

down to pick it up and dialed 110; the

still in the talk on the phone; the flap overhung on his face and belly; as soon as

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

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

arm; the man let out of 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 out of

flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the flying pieces, Amanda took the chance and ran

old man was barefoot as she was 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

smiled wryly. Was it really the