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..."

green chiffon dress she was wearing was torn into pieces, exposing her

Something was going on.

she? It looked like a room of a cheap

bath

she found it hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality;

cheating with another man so he can come back

a bit too much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha, ha, ha. But anyway, it would be thrilling to try something new...great, so great..."

words of the man

Dose?

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

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

it at all. She tried many times and finally exerted all

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 half exposed.

belonged to and bent down to pick it up

on his face and belly;

but before she could even walk out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged

The old man dragged Amanda back into the room; Amanda struggled, although the pain in her head was killing her; she had

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

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

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

it really the god’s wish to destroy her?