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.

off guard, their pants still undone,

the wooden bed, my

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

extending up to his

the goods," the man said in a

relief, cursing, "Couldn't you at least knock on the damn

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

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

his gaze with trepidation. Yet,

a moment before chuckling, "Is

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

was undeniably beautiful; at least,

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

man suddenly

hoisted me up and pushed me onto the bed,

my body still shaking. My gaze darted to the knife