How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 51
“Fxxx, this is so hot. I’m going to cxm soon.”
His sudden, rapid movements jerked her head back and forth uncontrollably. Her body slid back, and she found herself touching the bloodied man lying beside her. Desperate to avoid him, Leticia gripped the ropes binding her wrists tightly, as if they were her only lifeline.
“Mmpph… ugh… gggh…”
“I’m about to cxm.”
With one final thrust deep into her throat, hot sxmxn spewed from his cxck like molten lava, spilling into her mouth.
Leticia wanted nothing more than to spit out the disgusting liquid, but with it sliding down her throat, she had no choice but to swallow it.
Gulp, gulp—
Vallon smiled in satisfaction, watching her throat bob as she forced down the sxmxn.
“Haven’t cxm this much in a while. I guess I really can’t do without you, Leticia.”
The smile on his face was entirely out of place. He didn’t seem to understand when to smile or cry—like a puppet, acting only on learned responses.
“You know, this is the first time anyone has sucked me off.”
Despite his polite speech, his words were nothing but vile. There was nothing normal or respectful about him. What was even inside that twisted little mind of his?
Unlike Leticia, who was disheveled and broken, Vallon looked practically untouched, save for his open belt buckle.
“Now, untie me,” she demanded, her voice sharper than she intended.
She immediately regretted it, scanning his face for a reaction. But Vallon didn’t seem bothered. He calmly continued untying the red marks left on her wrists from the ropes.
As soon as the circulation returned to her limbs, Leticia pulled the covers over herself, trying to hide her naked body.
“I’ve already seen everything. What’s there to hide?” Vallon teased.
“What are you going to do with me now? Are you planning to make me your slave or something?” Leticia’s voice trembled with distrust.
“No. I told you I’d give everything back. It’s time to return to normal. Winter break is almost over, right? You wanted to finish your academy studies, so we’ll go back. Together.”
The word “together” lodged itself in her mind like a thorn. How could such a simple word send chills down her spine? Could things truly return to how they once were? How could she go back when she was no longer the person she used to be?
Her head drooped, and her trembling hands clutched the blanket tightly.
Her once pale and smooth hands were now dirty and worn. Her nails were chipped and broken, and grime clung to her fingers. She wanted nothing more than to go back—to the life where she didn’t have to worry about hunger or cold, to the comfort she used to know.
To the time when she could dress herself in fine clothes and jewels and smile shyly in front of the mirror.
“Can you really… Can you really bring everything back to how it was?” Leticia’s voice wavered with doubt as she glanced at Vallon, who now sat casually on the edge of the bed.
“Of course. As long as you listen to me, everything will stay the same,” he replied, placing his black coat over her shoulders, treating her with the care of a cherished doll.
He even gently fixed her disheveled hair and wiped his sxmxn off her lips.
“And one more thing: if another man’s d**k touches this body, that man will be dead. Understand? I’m not worried about myself cheating, but I’m telling you now, I won’t tolerate you being with anyone else.”
His words, though spoken softly, were a clear warning.
Leticia, who had lost weight from weeks of hardship, sat opposite Vallon, who had cleaned up so much that calling him a “outcast” no longer seemed appropriate.
His appearance had become strikingly refined, while she had become as drained and lifeless as he once seemed.
In a cruel twist, the ugliness she once despised in him now mirrored her own reflection.
“You’re too beautiful, Leticia. I can’t help but worry about you.”
Even as Vallon complimented her, Leticia turned her head away, disgusted by the sound of it. What used to be her favorite words now made her feel sick. Her self-esteem was in tatters.
“Don’t say I’m beautiful. I don’t want to hear it,” she muttered.
“To me, you’re the most beautiful person in the world. You don’t belong in a place like this. It’s time to go home.”
Though Leticia had lost her former shine, she was still breathtakingly beautiful in a way that made men want her even more. The sorrow in her golden eyes added a depth that drew people in.
Even now, despite having just pulled out of her mouth, Vallon’s lust was still clear.
Once she regained a little more weight, she’d be even more irresistible. Men would come crawling to her, and once again, she would play her little games, forgetting all about him.
That’s why Vallon hoped she wouldn’t recover her old confidence. He needed her to stay broken, unable to stray from his grasp. He had already sewn the first button, and once all the others were in place, Leticia wouldn’t dare think of escaping from him again.
