How to Escape from the Yandere’s Crazy Obsession - Chapter 93
As they stepped into the Kattravan ducal estate, the only ones to greet them were rows of servants lined up in formation. There were so many that it was impossible to count them all.
The sheer number of servants alone was enough to demonstrate the immense wealth of the Kattravan household. Vallon, familiar with the scene, ignored them and strode inside without a second glance.
‘Everyone’s faces are so stiff…’
Despite the crowd of people, the inside of the ducal estate felt eerily empty. The cold air that surrounded them made it feel as if winter had returned. On top of that, the servants, who should have been welcoming Vallon back after such a long absence, looked nervous and subdued.
The servants greeted Vallon with their heads bowed low, hardly daring to breathe. The uniform expressions and postures made them seem more like dolls than people—a disturbing sight.
‘They don’t seem human at all… It’s frightening…’
As Leticia’s trembling hand was grasped by Vallon, he confidently led her past them and headed toward the grand central staircase.
“Let’s go to my room.”
“Your room?”
The thought of being alone with him in his room made her uneasy.
“Don’t want to?”
“A, ah, no… let’s go.”
He wasn’t yelling at her, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t forcing her. Even when he spoke to her so politely, there was an undeniable pressure behind his words that she couldn’t refuse.
As Leticia ascended the stairs, she glanced back at the eerily silent servants. She hadn’t noticed before in her rush, but upon closer inspection, she realized they weren’t just tense—they were terrified.
Their faces were all deathly pale. How could she tell? It was the same feeling she had toward Vallon.
The moment she saw them, she understood. They were so afraid of Vallon that they couldn’t even lift their eyes to his heels, let alone make a sound.
From that alone, Leticia could grasp just how absolute Vallon’s position in this household was.
‘He’s completely dominant here.’
It dawned on her then: if something went wrong, there was no one here who would help her. Not a single person.
Even after Vallon and Leticia disappeared up the stairs, the servants didn’t raise their heads for a long time. It wasn’t until they could no longer hear the sound of their footsteps, after a considerable pause, that they finally exchanged glances and sighed in relief.
Vallon’s room seemed about four times the size of his dormitory room. His dorm room had been enormous, but compared to this, it didn’t seem that big at all.
The room was so vast and extravagant that it was overwhelming. Leticia had expected it to be dark and cold, like his dormitory room, but it was the exact opposite. No matter how successful her family’s trading company had become, it was clear that, compared to the Kattravan family, it was a mere drop in the ocean.
That was why, with a single wave of Vallon’s hand, her family’s business had crumbled like a sandcastle.
The familiar scent of the soap Vallon used filled the room. It was a scent anyone would like—annoyingly pleasant for someone as deranged as him. Everything about him, except his twisted nature, was frustratingly above average.
‘If he’s a lunatic, he should at least look the part.’
Hoping to find some sort of clue, Leticia quickly scanned the room, looking for anything that might help her.
“I can’t believe you’re in my room, Leticia… it feels like a dream.”
“Really…?”
I wish it was a dream.
Vallon, sitting on the edge of the bed, pulled her into his arms, pressing his face into her waist.
“Every night, I used to think of you while I touched myself here. Now, we’re finally together.”
Leticia’s gaze moved to Vallon’s bed, large enough to fit four grown men with room to spare. The thought of him pleasuring himself while thinking of her in that bed made her stomach churn.
While this madman had been doing that, she had been smiling without a care, completely unaware.
“Ah…”
She had known this would happen. This was why she hadn’t wanted to be alone with him.
Vallon’s hand drifted downward, lifting the hem of Leticia’s skirt. He wrapped it around her hand and placed it firmly in her grasp.
“Hold it up properly so it doesn’t fall.”
Her pale legs, exposed to the sudden chill, broke out in goosebumps as they met the cool air.
Leticia’s eyes darted toward the door at Vallon’s sudden action. The door was shut, but it wasn’t locked, meaning anyone could walk in at any moment.
The thought of someone turning that gleaming golden doorknob and stepping inside made her uneasy.
Though it was unlikely that any of the servants would dare enter Vallon’s room, the possibility of the Duke or Duchess suddenly walking in filled her with dread. It would be the most mortifying moment of her life.
“What do you think you’re doing? What if someone walks in on us?”
She came here to meet the Duke and Duchess, not to engage in something like this with Vallon. If they were lovers, perhaps the thrill of being intimate in his room might have been exciting. But not now.
Leticia’s mind was full of other plans. There was no time for this.
“No one will come into my room. Just hold it tight, and I’ll finish quickly today.”
In the end, Vallon was the type to do whatever he wanted anyway. So, if it had to happen, the best thing she could do was ensure it ended as quickly as possible.
