Lyricist: Her Revenge

"Can't you come and help me instead of watching from the sides?" Ryan cried helplessly as another cloud of flour poured on him.

"Look", Erica smiled, "I don't know for whom or why you are doing this. But, I wanted to give you some face and let you have the credit. Fine, if you don't want, I will do it."

"No, I am fine with it", Ryan spoke as he was trying to focus but he turned his head again, "I heard that you are suffering from amnesia. How can you know about baking cakes?"

"...", she squinted her eyes, "Amnesia doesn't mean that I will forget that I am a human and I will run n.a.k.e.d around the house."

"..." Ryan glared at her speechlessly before turning away.

Behind him, Erica chuckled lightly with her arms crossed over her c.h.e.s.t as she leaned against the kitchen counter. Thinking about it, Ryan was charismatic and handsome, yet a narcissist who liked throwing tantrums and causing troubles. But, she was indeed not having that infatuated feeling like she felt the day before after seeing that handsome face on TV. His voice, especially, resonated in her ears. She had repeatedly tried to search trough her memory lane because she felt a deep connection to that man. And God knows why?

While she was lost in her thoughts, Ryan spoke again, "How old are you?"

"Maybe 24", she answered unhurriedly.

"That means, you lost the memory of 24 years", Ryan turned with wide eyes, looking like an earnest child who had finally discovered that tooth fairy never had his teeth.

Erica nodded without a word, her face devoid of any emotions. Sensing her quiet response, Ryan spoke again, "The batter is ready. Come and have a look."

Erica took a deep breath and walked to his side, while he kept sneaking glances at the petite woman beside him. She stirred it with the hand beater and nodded, "Good, follow the next procedures."

"It's already good?" Ryan flashed a half-smile, half-stunned expression.

"You can do better", Erica patted his shoulder with a smirk.

This girl... His earlier expression formed a scowl. She was planning to torture him to death when she had the reigns on! She was getting her revenge! Fine, he asked for his death.

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Somewhere in the city

A convoy of cars stopped in front of an abandoned construction site. Rows of armed bodyguards in black stepped down one by one. From the third car, two slender legs stepped down after each other and a slender body followed after. His body was dr.a.p.ed in a black windbreaker and followed underneath with a pair of black jeans. He headed inside the site and the team of bodyguards followed behind.

When they reached inside, two other silhouettes walked up to Daniel. Eddie and Jake! Both of them had stern looks on their faces. And coupled with Daniel's stone face, the entire place was frozen cold like the north pole. The temperature had already dropped down to below zero degrees.

Just then, a sinister and detached hyena cackle filled the room. Eddie and Jake turned to look at the sinister madwoman tied to the chair, with disgust. Daniel followed their line of sight and his handsome face contorted with a murderous look. His hands curled into fists, his knuckles pale white.

"What are we gonna do with this brute?" Jake spoke up suddenly.

"Torment until death", Daniel spoke with gritted teeth.

"Are you sure?" Eddie spoke up, "I just want to kill her myself."

"Don't lower yourself for a lowly brute like her!" Jake hissed in a low voice.