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

bed, my

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

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

the man said in a low

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

trembling, with my torn pants discarded aside,

the goods first." The man advanced slowly toward

trepidation. Yet, there was something strangely familiar

me for a moment before chuckling,

something? She's

least, that's

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

man suddenly cut the rope binding my wrist with a

onto the bed, spreading my legs in

my body still shaking. My