Revenge

Chapter 3 Run! Damn girl!

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 man were scattered everywhere near her; the smell of the wine was emanated not only from his dress but her hairs and body...

Something was going on.

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

Someone was taking a bath in the bathroom.

Amanda was in a state of confusion, she found it hard distinguish between the nightmare and reality; did she die?

Was this 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 agaisnt her?

"The dose I used seems 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..."

Lust overflowed from the words of the man in the bathroom.

Dose?

Amanda was 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 out of here somehow!

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 there was an extra hairpin on her hair.

She 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 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 cellphone half exposed.

She did not care who it belonged to and bent down to pick it up and dialed 110; the bathroom door suddenly opened at the moment!

A portly man in 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 and he yelled into the phone: "Liu, that girl woke up and tried to flee! Send someone!"

Amanda used all her strength to open the door; but before she could even walk out that portly man had caught up with her and dragged her hair, snatched the phone and smashed it on the floor right away.

“Silly 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 was killing her; she had to get out of here before the helpers got here.

Amanda 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, 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 escape out of here.

Fear 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 the door, not forgetting to picking up the phone...

The old 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 was not able to get through to 110, there was no signal at all!

Amanda smiled wryly. Was it really the god’s wish to destroy her?

There were footsteps behind her.

More than one man was chasing.

Amanda ran desperately, but the footsteps of those people were getting closer and closer, and she heard the old man swear: "Damn girl, you are dead! I would kill you tonight! Run, run faster !"

Another man immediately said, "Mr. Hu, calm down! She can’t run away from us; the drug would soon kick in; you would surely have her under you tonight. Stop! You silly girl, stop!”

Amanda felt it vividly that each step of hers was getting heavier; she was panting as her strength drained out fast; before she could make it to the end of the corridor, they were just one step away from her; Amanda staggered and fell down forwards; the phone in her hands fell out and flew; “Bang”, it hit someone on the head before falling onto the floor.

"Fuck!"

He cursed.

Amanda was lying face down on the floor and struggling to raise her head; it was a tall figure in front; the light behind him was so bright that she could not see his appearance.

“Damn girl! Keep running! If you could! Let’s see how further could you go!"

The men behind her had caught up, all out of breath.

Amanda clutched the trouser legs of man in front of her and begged desperately, "Help me..."

However, the man stepped backward to avoid her. Without any resistance, he got rid of her clutches. He even bent down to wipe the place where she had held him with with his handkerchief, as if it did not matter whether it was a life-threatening situation for her or not.

Amanda knew she was doomed.