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..."

that sound was not very far away. She struggled to prop her head up and looked at herself. The green chiffon dress she was wearing was torn into pieces, exposing her pale and smooth leg; trousers

Something was going on.

she? It looked like a room of a cheap

a bath

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

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

much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

the words of the

Dose?

Amanda was in a state of panic. Yes, she couldn't move a muscle, her body had no strength at all, and she could barely raise her hand. But there

tear the remaining half of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled

grip it at all. She

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

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

belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door, the smile disappeared

out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her hair, snatched the phone and smashed

The old man dragged Amanda back into the room; Amanda struggled, although

the hairpin hard into the old man's 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

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

able to detain him for seconds, or even more time; but she

the god’s wish