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.

me an extra glance because he felt disgusted for touching a dirty thing like me while he was

don’t leave me here.

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

was like a piece of abandoned rag that was thrown to the ground.

and stepped on shards of glass. The pain and blood sobered me up.

I tidied my clothes. I tightened the torn

outside the club. Yet

night? You look like you like it rough.”

who opened the door and saw what had happened

with a smile.

say anything and ran outside frantically.

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

Chapter 11

in after having fun with that rich guy. It won’t make a difference

nervously. “Don’t touch me,

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

drunk people outside the

world would those

leave me alone here, but he still left without hesitation.

the waiter away.

waiter was right.

blocked by

I called the police. As I cried while waiting

didn’t love him

wanted to live.

to escape.