"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.
Howard and Bobby were caught off guard, their pants still undone, as they cautiously eyed the doorway.
I desperately tumbled off the wooden bed, my hands still bound above me.
I had hoped it was someone coming to rescue me, but it wasn't; it was another one of their accomplices.
A man with sunglasses emerged from the car. 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 towering stature, his hair tied back.
"I'm here for the goods," the man said in a low voice.
Howard and Bobby sighed with relief, cursing, "Couldn't you at least knock on the damn door before barging in?"
The man glanced at me. I was squatting on the ground, trembling, with my torn pants discarded aside, leaving my pale legs exposed.
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The readers' comments on the novel: Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie)
A very good thriller in the beginning ruined by unnecessary twist and unrealistic plots. Exaggerating the story just for the sake of it. Totally disappointed...