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.

were caught off guard, their pants still undone, as they cautiously eyed the

off the wooden bed, my hands still bound

it was someone coming to rescue me, but it

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

goods," the man said in a

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

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

advanced slowly toward me, gripping my

his gaze with trepidation. Yet, there was something strangely

for a moment before

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

undeniably beautiful; at least,

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

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

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

My gaze darted to the knife he