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.

pants still undone, as they cautiously eyed

tumbled off the wooden bed, my hands still

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

the tattoos that adorned his muscular body, extending up

the goods," the man said in

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

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

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

with trepidation. Yet, there was something strangely familiar about

moment before chuckling, "Is this

or something? She's nearly

was undeniably beautiful; at least, that's how I

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

I let out a call as the man suddenly cut

up and pushed me onto the bed, spreading my

him warily, my body still shaking. My