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..."

into pieces, exposing her pale and smooth leg; trousers and shirts of man were scattered everywhere near her; the smell of the wine was emanated

Something was going on.

looked like a room of a cheap hotel.

was taking a bath

hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality;

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

seems a bit too much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But

Lust overflowed from the words of the man

Dose?

had no strength at all, and she could barely raise her hand. But there was

and mouth scorching; she wanted to tear the remaining half of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled her hands around and

no strength to grip it at all. She tried many times and finally exerted all her power to stab her leg

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 there,

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

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 saw Amanda by the door, the smile disappeared all at

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

girl! You wanna flee? There is no way!" The old man dragged Amanda back into the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her head was killing her;

Amanda stabbed 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

the cupboard and smashed it fiercely onto the foot of the man; then, everything on the cupboard was flying towards;

glass, which should be able to detain him for seconds, or even more time; but she was not

the god’s wish to destroy