How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 73
If those words had come from someone else, they might have been seen as a pure confession.
But coming from that snake’s mouth, they were nothing short of disgusting.
After everything he had done, claiming he wanted to be the closest person to her? The irony was that Vallon was the only one who knew all of Leticia’s secrets.
“I’ll protect your secrets, Leticia.”
Vallon pulled her close, holding her as if she were precious. Leticia was swallowed up in his large embrace. To an outsider, they might have looked like a loving couple. But in Vallon’s arms, Leticia felt nothing but fear.
He must have been referring to what happened during winter break. That was a part of her life she desperately wanted to keep hidden. It was her most shameful secret.
Yet, he said, “I’ll protect your secrets.” That made her wonder—was there someone else who wouldn’t? No one at the academy should know about it. Vallon’s words struck her as odd.
Suddenly, she remembered the disturbing note left at her door. Who could have done that? Every time one worry was dealt with, another seemed to emerge. Life at the academy, which she thought would be enjoyable, was no longer the fun it used to be.
No matter what, for now, she needed to play along with Vallon. She had to keep him unsuspecting in order to find a chance to escape.
“I’ll show you the room now.”
Creeeak.
Finally, the tightly closed door opened.
Seeing the contents of the room made her skin crawl.
This lunatic.
How did he even collect all of this?
The room was filled with Leticia’s things. From her childhood photos to more recent ones, and even items she thought she had lost—all of it was there. Underwear, earrings—it was like a private museum dedicated to her.
There was even the stuffed rabbit she had cherished and carried everywhere as a child.
When Vallon had previously told her to open that door, what had he been thinking? His obsession and madness were beyond anything she could have imagined.
I feel sick.
Her stomach churned. It was revolting. How long had he been watching her?
“What do you think? No one knows you as well as I do.”
“You’re… insane…”
“That’s right, I’m crazy. So? Are you going to try to leave me now?”
Vallon buried his head in her neck. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her back. It was hard to believe that someone like him, sharing the same air as her, was even human.
“Like I could leave you. Don’t pretend like I have a choice.”
There was no choice for her. He had cornered her, leaving no room to breathe.
“Why not? You know I’ve always worked to get your attention, don’t you?”
“I never asked you to.”
“Leticia, you’re the only one I have. So, please, just look at me.”
Leticia pushed his body away, as if he were merely an actor playing at being human. His pleas felt like nothing more than a demon’s mockery of human emotions. She changed the subject to avoid the discomfort.
“How did you get that stuffed rabbit… How is it here?”
“Oh, you left it behind.”
Vallon handed her the faded rabbit.
“Here.”
“No, I don’t need it.”
Seeing the stuffed rabbit again didn’t bring back fond memories—it only sent a chill down her spine. She didn’t want to take something that had been in Vallon’s possession.
“Why not?”
“I’m too old for stuffed animals now.”
“Do you remember? The day you left this rabbit was our last meeting. That’s why it’s special to me.”
Vallon pressed his face into the stuffed rabbit, inhaling deeply. He seemed to be reminiscing, his expression growing slightly flushed as he took in its scent.
“It was filled with your scent, Leticia. I would hold it and cherish it every night, thinking it was you.”
He stroked the rabbit suggestively, his actions loaded with a disturbing implication.
Nothing about him was normal. How far would Vallon’s perversions go? Leticia couldn’t even begin to fathom how he had gotten hold of her childhood photos.
Then, her eyes landed on a portrait at the bottom of the pile. The children in the photo looked like they were playing somewhere, and standing next to them was a boy who looked like Vallon, along with another child whose face was hidden by messy hair.
“That kid…?”
It was the boy who had appeared in her dreams, screaming at her with bloodshot eyes, telling her to run.
Suddenly, her head throbbed painfully, as if it might split open.
Memories she didn’t want to recall were threatening to surface.
No… I don’t want to remember.
Vallon picked up the portrait Leticia had been staring at.
“What? Do you remember this kid?”
