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.

and Bobby were caught off guard, their pants still

bed, my hands still bound

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

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

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

cursing, "Couldn't you at least knock on the damn door before barging

trembling, with my torn

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

trembled with fear, meeting his gaze with trepidation. Yet,

for a moment

you blind or something? She's nearly as stunning

beautiful; at least,

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 if

call as the man suddenly cut the rope binding my wrist with

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

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