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.

even spare me an extra glance because he felt disgusted for touching a dirty

leave me here. Please.”

and left the room quickly. He didn’t care about me

piece of abandoned rag that was thrown to the ground.

of glass. The pain

torn clothing on me and walked

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

How much for a night? You look like you like it rough.”

waiter who opened the door and saw what had happened earlier kept asking how much I

with a smile.

and

stopped me and teased, “Why are you running? Stop with

Chapter 11

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

back nervously. “Don’t touch me, or

2/2

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

drunk people

world would those men

me alone here, but he still left without

hastened as I pushed the waiter away. Then, I ran

waiter

leaving the club, I was blocked by other

cried while waiting for

didn’t love

to live.

to escape.