Revenge After Death

Chapter 11

“I didn’t. How many times do I have to say it for you to believe me? I didn’t push her…”

Without any proof, Michael would only believe Yasmin’s words. He trusted her unconditionally.

As for me? I was nothing but a piece of trash.

“Stephanie, you really deserve to die.”

That was the sentence that he said to me the most.

That day, he didn’t let me go until the end. He wanted me in the private room because he wanted to

humiliate me.

“Stephanie, do you know how much they pay for a waitress to keep their clients company? 800…”

‘Stephanie, you can’t even compare to the waitresses here.”

“Stephanie, should I have let them get it on with you earlier?”

I lay on the couch numbly. It felt like my whole body was torn to pieces.

“Michael, please let me go…”

I had already forgotten how long he tortured me.

He finally let me go when he almost sobered up. Then, he tidied himself up while feeling disgusted.

He was always well–dressed. Meanwhile, he didn’t care if my clothes were torn into pieces by him.

disgusted for touching a dirty thing like me while he

don’t leave me

left the room quickly. He didn’t care about

like a piece of abandoned rag that was thrown to the

stepped on shards of glass. The pain and blood

torn clothing

still raining heavily outside the club. Yet

for a night? You look like you like it

saw what had happened earlier kept asking how much I

with a smile.

anything and

running? Stop with the innocent act. Look at

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guy. It won’t make a

back nervously. “Don’t touch me, or I’ll call

2/2

there is drunk. If you go out like this, don’t expect to leave in one piece. Why not let me

drunk people

world would those

to leave me alone

hastened as I pushed the waiter away.

the waiter

club, I was blocked

cried while waiting for them to

love him

to live.

had to