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..."

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

was going on.

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

a bath

in a state of confusion, she found it hard

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

up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

of the man in the bathroom.

Dose?

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

of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled her hands around and found there was an extra hairpin on her hair.

grip it at all. She tried many times and finally exerted all her power to stab her leg with it.

The sharp end of 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

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

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

before she could even walk out that portly man had caught up

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

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

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

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

the god’s wish to