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

the wooden bed, my hands

rescue me, but it wasn't; it

loosely buttoned shirt revealed the tattoos that adorned his muscular body, extending up to his neck. He had a menacing look, with lip piercings and a

the goods," the man said in a

"Couldn't you at least knock on the damn

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

The man advanced slowly toward me, gripping my hair to tilt

his gaze with trepidation. Yet, there was

moment

something? She's nearly as stunning as

least,

it wasn't the time to dwell on

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

pushed me onto the bed, spreading my legs in

body still shaking. My gaze darted to the knife he