How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 115
Leticia went to bed with the intention of quitting the academy as soon as she woke up the next day.
“Kyaah!”
She had a nightmare. A horrible dream in which a grotesque shadow monster violated her body.
“Ah, damn it… Was that dream a premonition?!”
A curse slipped from her lips as a feeling of dread overwhelmed her. She had thought that she would be free from Vallon by tomorrow, but now the nightmare seemed all too real again, making her body tremble with fear.
“What is this… What the hell is going on?”
Her body was damp, as if she had just experienced something deeply intimate. Then, suddenly, Leticia felt a cold breath blow against her ear from behind.
Goosebumps spread across her body, starting from her toes. She didn’t have the courage to turn around. Instead, she bolted out of her dorm room.
“Huff, huff.”
Someone was in the darkness outside. She hadn’t even taken the time to put on proper clothes before running out. The scene looked just like one from her dream.
Standing in the shadows, dressed in black and blending perfectly into the night, was Vallon.
A dry laugh escaped Leticia’s lips, as if this had all been destined. Slowly, she walked toward Vallon, her steps heavy with resignation.
“Vallon, what are you doing here at this hour?”
It was the exact line from her dream. Vallon smiled at her, as if he had been waiting. His blood-red eyes seemed to pierce through her body, making her feel hot.
She instinctively tried to cover herself, aware of the thin, translucent nightgown she wore. Her nxxples, standing firm beneath the fabric, ached as if someone had sucked on them.
“Oh, Leticia, you’re here?”
Vallon, despite his arrogant posture, had a face covered in injuries.
“What… What happened to your face?”
“I was waiting for the infirmary to open.”
His response was word-for-word the same as in her dream. A growing unease crept over Leticia. Her instincts screamed for her to avoid getting involved with him.
“Is that so? Alright.”
Leticia tried to walk away, ignoring him. She was terrified but knew she had to return to her room.
“I’m really hurt.”
Vallon’s voice stopped her in her tracks. His expression was pitiful, as though he were pleading with her, as if he needed her.
“There’s medicine in my room. Could you help treat me?”
Leticia squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore him and move forward. But his sly voice stopped her once again.
It had all been an act.
“You’ll find what you’re looking for if you come with me.”
“What do you think I want?”
“Who knows? I’m sure you know better than I do.”
Vallon smiled dangerously. His face, smeared with blood, looked grotesque and chilling as he grinned.
What do I want? All I want is to be free from Vallon and return to my normal life. That’s it.
He said I could get that if I followed him? What if the nightmare I had was predicting what’s about to happen?
I have to stop that nightmare from becoming reality.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
***
Crash!
The vase shattered, its pieces scattering in every direction.
Sharp shards dug into Leticia’s skin, but she didn’t feel any pain.
“Huff, huff.”
Leticia stood over Vallon, who lay collapsed on the floor, letting out a low moan. She held a shard of the broken vase tightly in her hand, her grip firm. She brought it down on his head several more times.
Despite the blows, Vallon’s blood-red eyes continued to blink at her, and he clung to her waist like a snake, pleading.
“Leticia, I love you. Please don’t leave me.”
“Get… get away from me, you disgusting bastard!”
“If you choose me, you won’t regret it. I’m saying this because I’ll be less angry if you do.”
Even though blood was pouring from his head, Vallon continued to speak, blood dripping into his mouth, creating a ghastly sight.
“No, I’m going to start over, somewhere far, far away from you.”
There had been a moment in the nightmare when Leticia wished she had killed Vallon. If this was that moment, she couldn’t let it slip away.
Wham! Wham! Wham! She didn’t know how many times she struck him.
“Ugh… Foolish… Leticia… Heh…”
Vallon’s body finally went limp, the sound he made somewhere between a groan and a laugh. Blood was everywhere. Leticia thought Vallon might be dead, but she wasn’t afraid.
Instead, she felt liberated, as though she had finally been set free.
Freedom.
“…ticia…”
“Leticia…?”
“Leticia!”
What is this?
In the pitch-black world around her, someone’s voice echoed in the distance. Suddenly, it felt like her head was about to explode, and her whole body was wracked with pain.
“Ugh… Aaaaugh!”
