How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 17
“More importantly, why are you just sitting here like this? You look more hurt than usual. Instead of staying here, you should go get treated.”
Leticia’s voice came out cold, possibly due to her subconscious rejection of getting closer to him.
“Vallon, are you just going to stay here? It’s already dark. I need to go inside, and you should get treated too…”
“Can’t you treat me again today?”
At Vallon’s pleading question, Leticia squeezed her eyes shut. This wasn’t her responsibility anymore.
The time she treated him after Ribolt’s gang attacked wasn’t something she wanted to do—it was something she felt forced to do. If she could go back to that day, as much as she felt sorry for him, she wouldn’t help him again.
Vallon pulled on Leticia’s stiff arm, but his hand was so cold that, startled, she slapped it away.
Smack!
As the sound echoed between them, his hand dropped weakly to his side.
“Oh… Vallon. I’m… I’m sorry…”
She apologized immediately, but Vallon just stared at the hand Leticia had pushed away. When Leticia looked at her wrist where he had touched her, she noticed it was smeared with blood.
It seemed like his wound was quite severe, but Vallon didn’t show any signs of pain. His expressionless face, asking her to treat him, seemed anything but normal.
Leticia no longer felt sorry for Vallon. She was now afraid of him.
Moreover, Vallon’s injuries today were beyond what she could treat. Leticia, wiping the blood off her hand, began to step back.
“Your wounds look serious. You… should go to the infirmary today… Then, I’ll be off.”
She quickly ended the conversation and hurried away from Vallon.
As Vallon ran his blood-streaked hand through his hair, his cold, emotionless expression emerged, as if the earlier encounter had all been a charade. His red eyes gazed toward the third floor of the girls’ dormitory, to the room on the far right.
“You say we’re friends, but you’re lying.”
He watched the light flick on in her room, then removed his broken glasses and tossed them aside. He crushed the glasses beneath his feet, grinding them into the ground.
“Hah, am I worse than that bastard?”
With a bitter smile, Vallon murmured in a chilling voice.
“Lying is bad, Leticia.”
***
After returning to her room, Leticia spent a long time showering, feeling as if the smell of blood had clung to her entire body. Once she was clean, it felt like the unsettling atmosphere that had stuck to her from Vallon finally washed away.
“Ah, that feels better.”
She collapsed onto her bed with a sigh.
Dressed in her pajamas and feeling good, Leticia lay down, trying hard to erase the image of the injured Vallon from her mind. Hoping to push the thoughts away, she went to sleep earlier than usual.
“Mmm…”
How long had she slept?
In her dream, she was being chased by a shadow with red eyes.
She kept running from the dark figure that seemed intent on catching her, but in the end, it grabbed her.
“Get away from me! You monster!”
The dark shadow gripped her left ankle so tightly it felt like it would shatter, pulling her toward it. The shadow wore a twisted grin, as if enjoying the torment it caused. Bound and unable to move, Leticia felt like she had become the puppet of this shadow.
“A monster? How does it feel to be caught by a monster?”
“Heh…”
The shadow, which had been laughing menacingly, grabbed both of Leticia’s ankles and spread them apart. Sitting between her limp legs, the shadow ripped her clothes open with one swift motion.
Her cleavage and the soft curls of her nether region’s hair were exposed through the torn fabric. The shadow cruelly laughed as it toyed with the pale hairs between her legs.
“Even your body is pretty, Leticia.”
“Please, stop… sob…”
The shadow ogled her naked body as if it were evaluating a displayed object for sale.
Feeling utterly humiliated by the shadow’s vulgar words, Leticia began to cry, but that only encouraged it to torment her body further.
It flicked her nxxples with its fingers, then cruelly twisted her hard, sensitive nxxples. Because the area was so sensitive, the pain was unbearable.
Seemingly pleased with the hardened buds, the shadow squeezed Leticia’s soft brxxsts so tightly they felt like they would burst.
“They’re pink, just as I thought.”
“Ahh! It hurts…!”
The s-xual humiliation she felt was unlike anything she had ever experienced, driving her mad. She tried to curl her body up, but it was as if her limbs were bound, preventing her from moving.
