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

going on.

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

a bath in the bathroom.

hard

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

much. She has not waken up yet. Ha,

of

Dose?

panic. Yes, she couldn't 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 herself to such humiliation! She had to get out of here somehow!

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

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

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

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

flap overhung on his face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the

walk out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her

the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in

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 here.

on the cupboard and smashed it fiercely onto the foot of the man; then, everything on the cupboard was flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed by the flying pieces, Amanda took the chance and

of the fragments of glass, which should be 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