"Ow-" she yelped.

"Does it hurt?" I slowly squatted down and looked at her face contorted by the pain, "This one won't hurt even a tenth as much as you hit me."

She sucked in a cold breath and tried to pull her hand back but didn't dare move it because of the pain, "What are you talking about, you crazy woman!"

"Don't you remember? Not only have you stepped on me, you've hit me, many times. Just like this."

After that, I slapped her in the face with a "pop".

This time, she seemed to finally remember something and looked at me in panic.

"You, you, you're not Nicola,...