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.

their pants still undone, as

off the wooden bed, my hands

coming to rescue me, but it

man with sunglasses emerged from the car. His loosely buttoned shirt revealed the tattoos that adorned his muscular body, extending up to his neck.

here for the goods," the man said in a

"Couldn't you at least knock on the

the ground, trembling, with my torn pants

advanced slowly toward me, gripping

gaze with trepidation. Yet, there was something strangely familiar about this

stared at me for a moment before chuckling, "Is this all

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

at least, that's how I saw

it wasn't the time to dwell on that. I remained trembling with fear, wondering if there

I let out a call as the man suddenly cut the rope

up and pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs in an embarrassing

him warily, my body still shaking. My gaze darted to the