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

me here. Please.”

He didn’t care about me at

of abandoned rag that was thrown to the

slowly got up and stepped on shards of glass. The pain and blood

I tightened the torn clothing

heavily outside the club. Yet Michael didn’t wait for me,

new here? How much for a night? You look like

door and saw what had happened earlier kept asking how much I charged

with a smile.

anything and ran outside frantically.

me and teased, “Why are you running? Stop

Chapter 11

fun with that rich guy. It won’t make a difference if I have a

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

2/2

waiter scoffed, “Everyone out there is drunk. If you go out like this, don’t expect to leave

drunk people outside

the world would those men let me

dangerous to leave me alone here, but he still left

hastened as I pushed the waiter away. Then, I

the waiter was right.

I was blocked by other people in an

cried while

love him anymore.

to live.

to