I put on gloves and lifted his chin with my fingers, taking a close look at his current state.
I couldn't help but burst into laughter,
"Derek, oh Derek, look at you now. Where is the man you used to be? How does it feel to be dragged off your pedestal?"
I knew Derek was knocked unconscious by the pain, so he couldn't hear me, nor was he aware that the harm he suffered today was caused by me.
There wasn't a single part of Derek's body that was unscathed; bruises and red marks covered him, and blood was continuously seeping out.
Looking at Derek's pitiful state, a flash of satisfaction crossed my heart, but it wasn't enough. I wanted him to pay back for the harm he had caused me bit by bit.
Then, I tore open the bag in my hand and sprinkled its contents onto Derek's wounds. Yes, I was
