How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 30
Leticia felt embarrassed with herself for being so terrified of Vallon, the outcast, and quickly stood up.
“I have to go. I did some basic first aid, but you should go to the hospital or the infirmary tomorrow.”
“Already? I wish you’d stay a bit longer.”
His tone wasn’t a request, but more of a command, and it made Leticia freeze. The candy that had fallen from Vallon’s hand rolled and gently tapped against Leticia’s foot.
It was such a tense moment that even the soft sound of the candy rolling made her heart sink. Her gaze briefly shifted to the candy at her feet before moving back to Vallon’s face.
He tilted his head, waving his bloodstained hand as he gave a cold smile. As usual, his smile was unsettling. It wasn’t because of the creepiness; it was the subtle undertone that seemed to belittle her, as if he was looking down on her.
Is this Vallon’s true nature?
She desperately wanted to leave this room.
“You can treat your hand yourself. I can’t stay here any longer.”
Suddenly, Vallon gritted his teeth so hard that she could hear it, speaking in a low, eerie voice.
“I told you to accept it… yet you’re trying to leave me again.”
“What did you say?”
“You heard me, didn’t you?”
Vallon’s voice reverberated, and when he spoke in that low tone, it was difficult to make out what he was saying.
But even though she couldn’t hear the words clearly, the shift in his attitude was unmistakable. The defiant tone was entirely different from the polite way he had spoken up until now.
“Sit down. My patience isn’t endless.”
“What are you saying? I’m leaving…”
“It seems like you want me to get rough with you, Leticia. I’m not asking to lock you up or make you suck my cxck—just stay a little longer. There’s still treatment to finish.”
“Suck your… what? Are you insane?!”
He was still using polite language, but the suppressed fury in his threatening tone was enough to terrify her.
And this time, she heard it clearly—the same words spoken by the black shadow in her dream. Vallon had become the embodiment of her fears.
His red eyes gleamed with a threatening intensity, and his domineering presence made him look like a demon straight from hell. In the darkness, his large frame seemed to double in size. Anyone would have been terrified to see him like this.
“Isn’t that right?”
Feeling a threat to her life, Leticia had no choice but to comply with his words. She was afraid that something terrible would happen if she didn’t.
Her body shook with fear, a familiar fear she had felt before. Though she couldn’t be certain, it was clear that there was a connection between Vallon and the monster from her dream.
“Leticia, my hand hurts. I think it’s bleeding again.”
Suddenly, Vallon returned to his normal self, as if the terrifying incident from a moment ago had never happened. Leticia was stunned by the way his demeanor flipped like a switch.
She had no choice but to play along with his act. Moving stiffly, she sat beside Vallon once again, though much farther away than before.
Her priority now was to do whatever it took to leave this room unharmed. She took Vallon’s large hand in her own.
“Haa… Leticia, your touch feels so nice.”
The menacing, cold tone from earlier was gone, replaced by a sticky, heated atmosphere that filled the room.
Now, Leticia was sure—he was definitely crazy.
Why had she ever thought this man was pitiable?
Now she understood the source of the unease she had always felt around him. Alone in this space with her, Vallon had dropped all pretense and revealed his aggressive, base nature without hesitation.
No wonder he had no friends.
‘He’s insane. That bastard is completely crazy.’
Once she got out of here, she would tell the teachers and have all her classes changed. She never wanted to see him again. But she couldn’t express that out loud because she was too afraid of him.
“R-Really?”
Her fingers felt gross as they touched Vallon, so she moved them as quickly as possible, minimizing contact. Every second spent with him felt agonizingly long.
“I feel great… but it seems like you don’t, Leticia?”
Her hands paused while treating his wound—or rather, they were forced to stop. Vallon had grabbed her wrist, preventing her from moving.
With his now-clean fingers, he slowly traced Leticia’s hand.
“I’ve been working out so hard… Don’t you like it?”
He pressed her hand against his chest, moving it down slowly. Leticia could feel the hard muscles and the open wound beneath her palm.
