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

off the wooden bed, my hands still bound above

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

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

with 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 my pale

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

gaze with trepidation.

stared at me for a moment before chuckling, "Is

brows furrowing. "Are you blind or something? She's nearly as stunning as the top star

least, that's how I

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

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

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

still shaking. My gaze darted to the