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..."

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 man were scattered everywhere near her; the smell of the wine was emanated not only from his

was going on.

was she? It looked like a room of a cheap hotel. White

taking a bath in the bathroom.

she found it hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality; did she

To set her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating with another

up yet. Ha, ha, ha,

the words of the man in the bathroom.

Dose?

in 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

of the skirt by

strength to grip it at all. She tried many times and finally

pierced through her flesh, and the acute pain regained Amanda some consciousness. She struggled to her

belonged to and bent down to pick it up and dialed 110; the

face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door, the smile disappeared all at once and he yelled into the phone: "Liu, that girl woke up and tried to flee!

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

You 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 her; she had to get out

stabbed the hairpin hard into the 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,

flying towards; while the man was overwhelmed

was and the ground was full of the fragments of glass, which should be able to detain him for seconds, or

smiled wryly. Was it really the