Chapter 68: Thick Thighs?
Valentine smiled and gulped down a full glass of alcohol.
"I need to drink because I... I don’t know how to say what I want to tell you."
"Why? Is it that bad?" Olive probed, curious.
Valentine gave a nod. "I think it is."
"Ah...I see. Well then, if you don’t want to talk about it, don’t push your—"
"I was sexually abused by a woman many years ago," Valentine said as fast as he could, immediately shutting Olive up. He took another glass of alcohol to digest it.
"W-WHAT!!" Olive was dumbstruck and speechless. He wasn’t sure if he heard him right. "T-that is not true, right? You’re joking, right?"
He was not willing or, more likely, able to believe it.
"Ha...ha... I really wish it was." Valentine cackled cynically, ignoring his face, which had turned red due to the amount of alcohol he was taking. "I still remember how constantly she would come..." He rested his face into his palms, embarrassed to complete his sentence even though it was not his fault.
"I always cried and pleaded for her to stop, but she never listened even once. I felt so... disgusted, abused, and, you know, at one point, I wanted to kill myself. I felt so sickened, and the bruises on my body made me feel nauseated. I would always vomit so badly because I couldn’t stand it."
He threw his head back and laughed.