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CHRISTY:

I did it! I was able to slap Drake! I was able to avenge Beatrice!

It was not so me to hurt anyone, but after slapping Drake, I felt this weird sense of fulfillment coming from the inside of my chest.

Instead of getting guilty, all I felt was the sense of fulfillment of avenging Beatrice.

My palms were itching to slap him again, but once was enough. As long as I was able to send him the message that not everyone liked him was already enough.

Drake glared at me, watching the imprints of my hands on his palm. It hurt even for a moment and he would no longer be able to forget me.

Staring down at me, he asked, "What the fuck was that for? As far as my memories are concerned, you and I had no proper conversation. What did I do to earn a slap from you? Be thankful that you're a woman or else," he trailed off.

“So what if I am a woman?” I asked. I scoffed. "You have to ask me those questions? Are you that dense?" I asked.

He stared at me for a long time, his face bright red wi