How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 56
Leticia’s mind raced. If she refused him, what would happen? Should she tell him how revolting and disgusting he was?
In those few seconds, countless nightmarish scenarios played out in her mind, leaving her with no choice but to give a reluctant, uneasy answer.
“Y…Yes.”
“Remember, Leticia. I’m your master. Whether I’m a kind master or a cruel one depends on you.”
“I understand…”
Vallon stroked Leticia’s round bxttxcks as if rewarding a child for being obedient.
“Can I sleep here tonight?”
“What? Here?”
“I want to sleep together.”
She hated the idea. It wasn’t just about sleeping, and she knew that. Leticia quickly searched for a plausible excuse to get Vallon out of her room.
“Vallon, I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me… but I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to sleep together in my room.”
“Why? Are you afraid I’ll make a mess? You think I’m going to come all over your sheets?”
“Please, Vallon, don’t say things like that. This is my home, and there’s no guarantee that what happened earlier won’t happen again. Plus… it’s… it’s that time of the month.”
It was the only excuse she could think of. Surely he wouldn’t check that? The fact that she had to resort to such a humiliating lie made her feel utterly defeated.
“Really? I don’t smell any blood, though.”
“I…I’m telling the truth.”
Vallon eyed her with suspicion but eventually relented more easily than she expected.
When he finally left, the atmosphere in the room changed.
The cold breeze from outside swept away the lingering heat, and Leticia’s mind cleared. It felt strange that Vallon, who she expected to insist on staying, had left so easily.
Maybe he wasn’t entirely unreasonable after all. Leticia collapsed onto her bed, sinking into the soft, white sheets. It was a comfort she hadn’t felt in a long time, a far cry from the rough wooden floor of the drafty cabin, where her skin scraped and ached every night.
After leaving the window open for a while, the room had grown chilly, so she closed it and curled back under the covers. If she could just endure this, her family could live happily. She didn’t know how long Vallon’s strange torment would continue, but it had to end eventually, right?
People always grew tired of things sooner or later. If only she could find a way to escape…
“Don’t you remember? You told me once that I would be your husband.”
‘From that day on, my dream has been to marry you.’
‘But Leticia, do you like my new appearance? I thought you had a thing for losers.’
Leticia suddenly realized something strange about what Vallon had said earlier. He spoke as if he had known her for a long time. When?
The moment she tried to recall it, her head began to ache, and she decided to let it go for now. She was too exhausted. As soon as she closed her eyes, she drifted into a deep sleep.
Who knew if someone would invade her room again?
“You lied, didn’t you?”
In the dark room, Vallon stood between Leticia’s legs. Her nightgown had been pushed up to her waist, revealing her petite yellow underwear with a dainty ribbon.
He slipped it off, exposing her dry, pale skin, and let out a soft chuckle.
“You know, lying won’t get you anywhere.”
She had claimed it was “that time of the month,” but her neatly closed entrance was clean and devoid of any sign. The truth was always going to be discovered anyway. Watching her try to squirm away, to devise little excuses, was both amusing and annoying.
“So, I’ll have to punish you.”
But he couldn’t keep letting her off like this forever.
Vallon didn’t just want her body—he wanted her heart as well. He wanted to own her completely. Her constant attempts to slip away like a fish from his grasp irritated him.
Did she think she could escape him?
Poor thing. It was impossible.
His shadow, his very essence, would follow her everywhere. There was nowhere in the world she could go to escape him.
She needed to realize that.
“How many more times do I have to show you? I told you not to make promises you can’t keep. Tsk.”
It couldn’t be helped. It was her fault—Leticia, who had etched herself into his mind and soul.
She was the one who spoke to him first, who smiled at him, who made him crave her so intensely. Everything was Leticia’s fault.
“You should never have shown interest in a broken monster. You’ll never understand how much that small light you showed me meant.”
Vallon slowly crawled onto the bed and lay beside Leticia, pressing his face close to hers.
As he gazed at the portrait of Leticia as a child hanging on the wall, memories of the past flooded back.
