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..."

felt something wrong; 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 and shirts of

Something was going

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

Someone was taking a bath in the bathroom.

she found it hard distinguish between the

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

Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would

overflowed from the words of

Dose?

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 was no way she was going to resigned herself to such humiliation! She had to get out of here somehow!

body was burning and mouth scorching; she wanted to tear the remaining half of the skirt by

it at all.

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

belonged to and bent down to pick it up and dialed 110; the bathroom door suddenly opened at the moment!

face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door, the smile disappeared all at once and he yelled into

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

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

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

the cupboard was flying towards; while the man was

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

smiled wryly. Was it really the god’s