Revenge After Death

"You... you monster... go to hell," I glared fiercely at Howard, feeling my breath constrict as he tightened his grip on my neck.

As I watched Bobby start to remove his pants, a wave of despair washed over me.

I was now certain that no one would come to rescue me...

Peter was meticulous in his planning. Since had instructed Howard to bring me here, the chances of the police or Steve finding me were slim.

The cold, painful sensation of men's hands gripping my legs only deepened my despair. Memories of the fear and hopelessness from my previous life, when Michael and his gang bullied me, flooded back, suffocating me.

"I-I'll kill you... "I cried out in despair, feeling sick and repulsed by their touch.

"Get away from me. Don't touch me, you filthy animal." was all I could think.

"Steve... "I sobbed, desperately praying for someone to come and save me.

"Bang!" The iron door was violently kicked open.

caught off guard, their pants still undone, as

the wooden bed, my hands still

had hoped it was someone coming to rescue me, but it wasn't;

extending up to his neck. He had a menacing

goods," the man said in

sighed with relief, cursing, "Couldn't you at least knock on the damn door before

I was squatting on the ground, trembling, with my torn pants discarded aside, leaving my pale legs

goods first." The man advanced slowly toward me,

trembled with fear, meeting his gaze with trepidation. Yet, there was something strangely familiar about this

me for a moment before chuckling, "Is this all

appeared rather displeased, his brows furrowing. "Are you blind or something? She's nearly as stunning as the top star in our

was undeniably beautiful; at least, that's how

had a suspicion that the man was intentionally mocking me, but it wasn't the time to dwell on that. I remained trembling with fear, wondering

I let out a call as the man suddenly cut the

hoisted me up and pushed me onto the bed, spreading my

shaking. My