Class Villainess

Chapter 138 – Taking Out This Torment (1)

__Phone call__

"Meow~ Master Logan, are you tired? Stressed? Why don't you take a rest with me, Master Logan? You should stay strong and finish the mission! Then you can meet me, and I will give you a kiss-kiss, nyaaa~."

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…

"SAY SOMETHING, IDIOT!" I yelled out loud after that embarrassing act I had to do just for this arrogant brat to feel satisfied. 

"Uh… I… I uh… Uhm…" Logan suddenly stuttered as if he was too shocked, even though he had heard me doing the same thing twice. It was almost like a habit at this point. "I—I don't know what to say…."

"Ugh, if you don't like it, just say so!"

"N—No! I like it so much—urn!" Logan held his voice after he said that. 

Weird, it seemed that he got nervous and giddy right now.

Or maybe he really was?

"Wait, do you… really like it?"

"… thanks, and good night."

Beep.

__Phone call ends__

I was shocked that Logan suddenly thanked me and hung up just like that. He didn't even say that he liked it. 

Damn, what kind of man was he? At least if you didn't like it, just say some fake sweet words, so I would feel less embarrassed!

"Ugh!" I threw the phone and went downstairs to the bathroom for a glass of water. After I returned with a glass of water, I heard a notification from my phone. 

I thought it was Logan again with whatever he was doing right now. But when I checked it, it was actually… Elise!

She actually replied to my text!

So I put down the glass of water and started checking her text. 

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Elise: Emmelyn Jones. 

Elise: Do you really know what it feels like? To feel so worthless and disgusting, you can't even sense your own body. 

Elise: To feel that your body is too filthy, you can't even look in the mirror anymore. 

—

My hands trembled as I read her text. It was short, but what she said connected with me immediately. Because that was what I felt in my previous life. 

Because I felt so disgusted with myself that I couldn't even look at myself in the mirror. 

No matter what kind of apparel I wore would make me feel like a whore, because I let myself get touched by that man…

I gritted my teeth, refusing to recall that incident. It was so traumatizing that I didn't want to remember it anymore.

But that was also one of the reasons why I started stuffing myself with junk food, hoping that my fat body would make me feel less 'slutty' of myself because it was my body that attracted them.

At least, that was what I thought before. After recalling it again, no matter what kind of shirt you wear, if someone already had an uncontrollable perverted thought, he would molest you in some way possible. 

I collected my courage to continue texting. 

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Emmy: I know that feeling. I have experienced it… firsthand.

Emmy: That's why I'm reaching out to you. Because I know that you need help right now. 

Elise: What kind of help do I need? Nobody will believe me since the physical wounds have faded. Although my heart will never forget what they did to me. 

Emmy: I cannot erase that bad memory in your heart. But I can help you to relive the torment instead. 

Elise: Relieving?

Emmy: I can help you take revenge on them, on those three bastards who dared to assault you both physically and sexually. I will make sure they suffer fate worst than just getting expelled.

Emmy: They will pay. 

—

My hands continued trembling as I texted her. It was the surge of anger from inside my body that exploded whenever I remembered the terrible things that happened to me in my last life. 

When I saw the same thing happen to other people, I couldn't help but get my blood boiled. 

Nobody deserved to be treated like that, or they'd turn into someone like me, who had nothing to look up for in the future. 

I waited for her new text, but she just left it reading without replying. 

I waited and waited until I almost fell asleep, then I got another notification. 

—

Elise: You're a girl, right? How would you fight them? 

Elise: They are a bunch of jocks ready to beat you to death. I've experienced it as well, firsthand. 

Emmy: We might be girls, but that doesn't mean we cannot defeat them. 

Emmy: I don't have the strength of a bull or something, but I have my brain. I will take them down with a well-executed plan. Do not worry about it.

Elise: Are you sure? I would pull out immediately if you failed…

Emmy: Don't worry, you can save yourself first if I fail. Honestly, all I need from you is your testimony. Because I will make sure that they will rot in jail for physical and sexual assault. 

—

I started thinking about the involuntary witness again. I had to find someone that could fit that role. Since Chrissy was too useless, she was out of the list… lucky her, for now. 

I was thinking of Jessica or Ashley. But they were way too untouchable right now. 

I mean, what kind of trap I could put on them so they'd come to the spot and see those bastards doing some crazy stuff?

Besides, I didn't know if those two would freak out and start running away or got interested and helped the beating as well. 

Though, my guess would lean on the second one. I bet Jessica or Ashley would only look at those three stooges in interest and then ignore them or probably participate. 

So they were also out of the pool.

I was thinking of Barbara 'Barbie' Cornwell. 

But then, I also realized she wasn't any different than Jessica. 

If she was able to order Thomas, Jorge, and Jackson to beat the crap out of me, she'd probably participate in the trap. 

"So I need someone I hate enough, but also doesn't have much malicious thought. So he or she would be a real involuntary witness and probably scream and run away," I said to myself. 

I started thinking hard, but I couldn't find anyone right now. 

Then I started thinking out of the box, hoping that I could find someone to use in this trap.

But my thought process was disrupted when I got another notification from Elise. 

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Elise: So you want me to testify when they got caught? 

Emmy: Indeed. 

Elise: … that means you will be doing everything alone up until that part, without my help. Then what's the point of you asking me?

Emmy: Wait, are you willing to help more?

Elise: As long as I'm safe while you're doing whatever you want, then I will help in any way possible. 

Elise: You're right. I cannot delete this memory from my mind and heart. But I can avenge myself, so I will feel less burden in my heart, at least I will come out victorious in the end.

Elise: This is the only way to lessen the pain, rather than letting them living free without restraint, and would probably take another victim just like me. 

—

Wow, damn, that was quick. 

I mean, it was quite understandable, though. When you were filled with rage and resentment, you wanted to take a shortcut to defeat whoever you have such hatred on right now, so you could feel better about yourself. 

I could sense that Elise was truly determined to avenge her torment. It was such a nice fuel in this mission. 

—

Emmy: Alright, do you want me to call you? It'd be easier to explain my plan if we could have a call right now. 

Emmy: Besides, it'd mean less evidence, just in case I got caught. 

Elise: Alright. 

—

I stared at Elise's contact on my phone and then pressed the green call button. 

After a few beeps, she finally picked it up, and we had a long silence between us. 

__Phone call with Elise__

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…

"Hello?" I initiated the conversation first. 

"Emmelyn Jones… right?"

"I am," I sighed out of relief. I thought she would be a lot harder to talk with. Because if it was me, I'd definitely shun anyone who tried to reach out to me because I was self-deprecating and isolating. 

Since I knew Elise wouldn't initiate any conversation between us, so I had to take the step, "Elise, are you sure you want to talk about this right now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Because… because you've been hurting for so long. I know that feeling. So I don't want to pressure you if you think you're not ready…."

…

…

"Emmelyn Jones, or can I call you Emmy for now?"

"Yes, you can."

"Emmy, that experience is traumatic for me, indeed. I have been locking myself in my room and only come out to eat with my family in silence because I don't know how to handle this."

"That feeling is eating me from the inside, and I don't know how to vent this… until you give me the idea just now."