Troy pensively looked at Rachel, "What do you mean?"
"The person I want to beat is myself. My fear. My trauma." Rachel said.
"What the-" Troy stopped his question and shook his head. Asking about someone's trauma was impolite. He himself did not like it when people ask about his trauma.
"I am a r*pe victim."
Rachel's words made Troy's heart skip a beat. He stared at her with trembling eyes. His body was petrified. He could see how Rachel was trying to hold the various feelings that were raging in her chest. She covered it with a sad smile. Even as a victim, Rachel could still be this calm.
Troy covered his mouth with one hand. Knowing what happened to Rachel made him feel even more mentally shaken now. When she screamed earlier, it was a picture Troy had seen before - An image that had haunted his dreams.
