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.

caught off guard, their pants still undone,

wooden bed, my hands still bound

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

His 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

for the goods," the man said in a low

and Bobby sighed with relief, cursing, "Couldn't you at least knock on

squatting on the ground, trembling, with my torn pants discarded aside, leaving

inspect the goods first." The man advanced slowly toward

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

for a moment before chuckling, "Is this all

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

beautiful; at least, that's how I saw

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

man suddenly

onto the bed, spreading my legs in an embarrassing and

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