I was pushed into an empty box randomly. My hands and feet were numb, looking at the man who pounced on me, I bit my tongue hard to wake up, picked up the ashtray on the coffee table and threw it at him.
“Fuck, you dare to attack me as a prostitute. You are a slut who has been played by a man, pretending to be a chaste heroine.”
He wanted to pounce on me, but there was a sound of something smashing at the door.
The man shuddered, covered his forehead, cursed and ran away.
I forced back my tears, pressed my trembling arms and left the box without stopping.
At the corner of the stairs, Melissa stood there leisurely.
Seeing my torn sleeves, she smiled maliciously. “You came out so soon? Not satisfied, right? How about I find a few more for you?”
I knew long ago that Melissa was a rotten person and her evilness was never hidden from me.
From Lance to Elmer, she never compromised and refreshed my bottom line of disgust again and again.
Thinking of what the man said just now, I couldn’t bear it anymore and slapped her hard.
When I realized something was wrong, she not only didn’t hide, but even raised a familiar grin at the corner of her mouth. She had already rolled down the stairs.
“Melissa!”