Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 27
It seemed to be because she had seen her precious sleeveless prisoner uniform ruined.
“Everyone in the 30s and 40s, assemble! No dawdling, gather now!”
As the subordinates gathered, looking terrified and glancing around, one of Clara’s subordinates held up her stained uniform.
“Our leader’s prison uniform is a mess. Number 30, explain yourself properly.”
Number 30, trembling, stepped forward and shook his head in an aggrieved manner.
“I… I don’t know anything about it.”
“You’re in charge of this, and you say you don’t know? How can you be so irresponsible?”
Whack!
Clara’s subordinate grabbed Number 30, squeezing his head at the temples with both hands.
Clutching his head, Number 30 looked like he was about to cry.
“I-I made Number 49 do the laundry.”
“You left such an important task to one person?”
“No, I assigned someone from the 30s to supervise…”
As Number 30’s gaze inadvertently shifted toward me, Number 38 quickly stepped forward.
“Jason, Number 37, was supervising. I saw it.”
Number 38 pointed at Jason with a sneer.
“And look at that guy’s fingers. Aren’t they burned?”
“No, it’s because I hurriedly pulled it out of the chemicals…”
My accomplice Jason, pointed out by Number 38, frantically made his excuses.
With her arms crossed and sitting like a judge, Clara finally spoke.
“Anyway, it seems there was enough intentionality here, wasn’t there a reason?”
Her predatory gaze immediately turned toward Number 30.
Seeing Number 30 avoid the gaze of the strong, Clara scoffed.
“It seems you hold a grudge against me from past incidents and ordered this. I have recognized your vile tendency to shift the blame onto others long ago.”
“No, I really don’t know—eek!”
As Clara twisted his arm, Number 30 started screaming.
“Such behavior is unbecoming of a leader, truly pathetic!”
In the past, Clara had often been scolded in place of her older brother, the heir to their family.
I was well aware of this fact, and given that she was likely imprisoned in place of her brother, I knew exactly what triggered her anger.
“Number 49, did Number 30 order this?”
Clara’s question came flying at me.
I glanced pitifully at Number 37.
“…Sorry, it was all my mistake. I accidentally spilled the chemical on your clothes, and Number 37 got hurt trying to stop it. I’ll take full responsibility.”
Numbers 30 and 38 looked up with puzzled expressions.
As if projecting her past self, who had confessed her brother’s mistakes, Clara stared at me with discomfort and sighed.
“Everyone clear out. If something like this happens again, know that none of you will be safe.”
The prisoners bowed at a 90 degree angle and left. Jason whispered to me as he passed by.
“Just like you said, that damned Number 38 tried to pin it on me.”
Of course, I had stirred that up.
I nodded brazenly.
“Keep your wits about you. The last plan is the most important.”
“I understand.”
As we walked parallel paths, naturally going our separate ways, Jason sneaked into the men’s shower to secure an important item for the climax of our plan to win over Clara and execute our revenge.
It was Johann’s underwear.
***
“F*ck, stolen again.”
After his shower, Johann, clutching his jet-black hair, grumbled in irritation.
His last pair of underwear had disappeared.
Agent Number 37, Jason, had successfully stolen the underwear.
“That thieving bastard… won’t get away with this.”
With roll call time approaching, there was no chance to gather and search the prisoners.
Enrique looked sympathetically at Johann, who was left without any underwear.
“We searched everywhere before and we never found it. Even the random pulling down pants didn’t work.”
“Yeah, that makes me think it might not be one of the male prisoners.”
“It could be anyone who needs them regardless of gender.”
Johann’s sharp green eyes turned toward me.
Was he suspecting me? He wasn’t planning to strip me, was he?
Despite the ominous feeling, I managed to control my expression.
“Hey.”
