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

the wooden bed, my hands still bound above

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

sunglasses emerged from the car. His loosely buttoned shirt revealed the tattoos that adorned his muscular body, extending up to his neck. He had a menacing

here for the goods," the man said in a low

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

at me. I was squatting on the ground, trembling, with my torn pants

advanced slowly toward me, gripping my hair to tilt my head up for

gaze with trepidation. Yet, there was something

me for a moment before chuckling,

or something? She's nearly as stunning as the top star in our

least, that's

the man was intentionally mocking me, but it wasn't the time to dwell on that. I

suddenly cut

pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs in

shaking. My gaze darted to the