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..."

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 and shirts of man were scattered everywhere near her; the smell

Something was going

a room of a

was taking a bath in the bathroom.

a state of confusion, she found it hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality; did

her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with another man so

too much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it

words of the man in the bathroom.

Dose?

no strength at all, and she could barely raise her hand. But there was no way she was going to resigned herself to such

remaining half of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled her hands around

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

the hairpin pierced through her flesh, 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, a white-colored cellphone

to pick it up and dialed

face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door,

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 on

into the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her

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

Amanda; she grabbed the glass cup on the cupboard and smashed it fiercely onto the foot of the man; then, everything on the cupboard was flying towards; while the

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 able to get through to 110,

the god’s wish to destroy her?