How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 48
In the end, she was given a small room of her own.
“You’ll receive clients in here, just like you’ve seen the other girls do.”
Leticia sat on the bed, dressed in something barely recognizable as clothing—a sheer slip that left her entire body exposed—as she waited for her first client. The door burst open, and in walked a middle-aged man who looked even older than her father, his eyes half-glazed from alcohol.
She felt like vomiting. She hated this. Soon, negative thoughts began to consume Leticia’s mind. But she couldn’t express any of it outwardly. If she did, she would endure another horrific beating.
Without saying much, the man removed his clothes and climbed on top of her, spreading her legs to expose her. His sagging belly touched her feet, but Leticia clenched her eyes shut and braced herself through the disgusting moment. This nightmare would pass, she told herself.
“What’s this? Hair? I prefer it bare. Your face is pretty, but down here, not so much. Let’s shave it off.”
She couldn’t endure it any longer. It felt like roaches were crawling all over her body.
“Ugh, no! Get away!”
The man slapped her thighs with his palm. Then, with a perverted grin, he declared that he needed to shave her and pulled out a razor. Terrified, Leticia screamed and ran around the room, but no one came to help.
The door wouldn’t open until the time the man had paid for was up.
“Please… don’t…! Hic…”
“Where do you think you’re going, you b-tch? Do you know how much I paid?”
The man’s grip on her hair was so strong that it felt like her scalp would tear off. When Leticia resisted, he yanked her by the hair, dragging her back to the bed.
After roughly shoving her onto the bed, the man pinned her arms down so she couldn’t escape. Grabbing her slender ankles, he spread her legs wide apart and positioned himself between her pale thighs. He placed the razor against her nether region’s hair.
“Haha, once I shave it off, I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
“No! I don’t want this! I don’t want it!”
Just as the razor grazed her skin, the door creaked open, and someone walked in. Through the open door, Leticia saw a head of black hair. Black hair wasn’t common. In Leticia’s life, she had only ever seen one person with it—Vallon.
A man in a perfectly tailored black suit strode confidently into the room and sat arrogantly in a chair next to the bed, crossing his legs. His red eyes, his neatly swept-back black hair—everything about him screamed Vallon, even though he no longer wore glasses or had his hair covering his face.
This was the first time Leticia had truly seen his face, fully exposed. The gloomy, sullen Vallon she had known was gone, replaced by a cold and arrogant man, exuding an aura of nobility.
Though his appearance had become cleaner, the dangerous aura he carried was still the same. His expression was devoid of any emotion.
The changes in Vallon’s appearance were not what mattered. How had he found this place? That was the real question.
“Who… who are you?!”
The man with the razor shouted, clearly irritated. He was furious that his time had been interrupted, his erxctixn now wilted. In a fit of anger, the man threw a glass of water at Vallon.
Smash! But Vallon casually dodged the flying glass, then spoke slowly.
“Go on. Keep shaving. It’s quite the sight.”
His voice was cold, a low, chilling tone.
Vallon acted as if this had nothing to do with him, tapping the armrest of the chair as he watched the scene unfold.
Leticia’s legs, spread wide apart with her most private parts exposed, trembled in shame. She would have rather had this stranger shave her than endure Vallon witnessing such humiliation.
The thought that Vallon now knew everything made her wish she could bite her tongue and die.
Tears, which she had been holding back, started to fall. She felt utterly humiliated. Showing such a vile, degrading scene to a former schoolmate—to Vallon, the very person she used to ignore and look down upon—was unbearable.
“Hic…”
Her arms were still pinned, so she couldn’t even wipe her tears. All she could do was turn her head away in shame.
“Hmm… Actually, this is kind of… exciting in its own way,” the man mused.
Apparently, having someone watch him had ignited his excitement. With labored breathing, he moved even more aggressively between Leticia’s legs.
“You like it too, don’t you? It’s a new experience, huh? Huff, huff.”
The man set the razor against her skin again, starting to shave off her short, curly hair. She could feel the cold, sharp blade scdefiling her skin, and each pass left fewer and fewer hairs behind. As her hair below was shaved away, so too was the last bit of her dignity.
Leticia bit her lower lip hard, trying to stifle her sobs. The shame was indescribable. The man used his fingers to brush away the trimmed hairs from her now bare mound.
Leticia trembled, anticipating what would come next. If she refused now, could she leave this place? The feeling of his touch disgusted her to the core.
