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.

guard, their pants still undone, as they cautiously

tumbled off the wooden bed, my

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

body, extending up to his neck. He had a

for the goods," the man said in

you at least knock

ground, trembling, with my torn pants discarded aside, leaving my pale

me to inspect the goods first." The man advanced slowly toward me, gripping my hair to tilt my head up

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

me for a moment before chuckling, "Is

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

beautiful; at least,

me, but it wasn't the time to

a call as the man suddenly cut the rope

and pushed me onto the bed, spreading my

my body still shaking. My gaze darted to the