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..."

Amanda 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

was going

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

was taking a bath in

in a state of confusion, she found it hard

To set her up and fabricate evidence of her cheating

bit too much. She has not waken up yet. Ha, ha,

words of the man in the

Dose?

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 wanted to tear the remaining half of the skirt by hands; Amanda fumbled her hands

took the hairpin off and held it in her hand, but she found no strength to grip it at all. She tried many times and finally exerted all her power to

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

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

his fifties walked out from behind the curtain wearing a white towel; he was still in the talk on the phone; the flap overhung on his face and belly; as soon as he saw Amanda by the door, the smile disappeared all at once

out that portly man had

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

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

surrounded 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 man was overwhelmed by the flying pieces, Amanda took the chance and ran for

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, there was no signal at all!

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