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

the wooden bed,

someone coming to rescue me, but

extending up to his neck.

here for the goods," the

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

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

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

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

stared at me for a moment

"Are you blind or something? She's nearly

at least, that's how I saw

but it wasn't the time to

a call as the man suddenly cut the rope binding my

and pushed me onto the bed, spreading

shaking. My gaze