Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 28
Johann stepped forward, his large frame and broad shoulders casting a shadow that seemed to engulf me.
The aura of authority typical of a powerful man like him was no joke.
“If you stole them, you’ll die a miserable death.”
His growling threat tensed me up, but I maintained a calm face.
“I couldn’t possibly enter the men’s shower. I’m not in a position to send someone to steal for me, and the size wouldn’t fit me anyway. I can show you in three seconds if you want.”
As I moved as if to lower my pants, Johann hastily covered his eyes and turned away.
“You crazy – don’t strip!”
His ears turned bright red, behavior fitting of a naive little boy.
A man who, though he threatened me with a miserable death, would not tolerate stripping… how strange.
Enrique watched me closely then smiled slightly.
“You’re a pervert, you.”
Suddenly being called a pervert seemed odd, but it looked like I had managed to divert the immediate crisis.
“Anyway, this time I’ll definitely find them and rearrange some spines.”
Johann muttered darkly and slumped down.
After roll call, as I lay down to sleep, I felt an inexplicable chill and stealthily opened my eyes.
A gaze?
I felt the piercing stare of a predator.
In the darkness, Johann lay next to me, his chilling green eyes hauntingly luminous.
Was he still suspecting me?
Then a quietly murmured voice broke the silence.
“You look alright.”
* * *
The next morning, in the prison cafeteria.
“Who the hell stole my underwear?”
A worn wooden table in front of Johann cracked under his grip.
His face was a portrait of utter fury as he stood arms crossed.
The prisoners gathered in the cafeteria stared at him, emitting palpable dread at his murderous aura.
“Hmm, the underwear thief is on a spree. Truly perverse.”
Clara clicked her tongue.
That pervert was me.
I slipped the underwear into Clara’s pocket as I passed behind her, as she was preoccupied with Johann.
It was Johann’s underwear that Jason had stolen from the shower room.
“Any witnesses? Speak up before I kill everyone here.”
Johann was furious, having lost his last pair of underwear.
While Clara was being served water and a tray by number 30, he glanced down and spotted something.
Soon after, he chuckled upon seeing underwear protruding from Clara’s pocket and loudly proclaimed.
“Number one, here it is!”
The black luxury spandex underwear dangled from Number 30’s finger.
It was Johann’s.
Johann narrowed his eyes and approached, slapping number 30’s face.
“Was it you?”
“Ugh, no! It was in Number 7’s pocket…”
Johann slowly turned his head to look down at Clara, who was still eating.
Clara glanced between Johann and Number 30, trying to make sense of the situation, then quickly stood up.
“It wasn’t me.”
“But it was in your pocket.”
Johann cracked his knuckles, raising an eyebrow menacingly.
Clara shook her head, her face serious.
“I didn’t do it.”
“You had someone else’s underwear in your pocket while eating? Should I take this as a challenge? Good, I’ve wanted to fight you. You’re too good to just stay at number 7.”
It seemed he was referring to a one-on-one promotion fight where the winner could claim the loser’s number and ascend in hierarchy.
Such incidents frequently occurred among the higher-ranked prisoners, but the very top rarely challenged each other due to the significant risks involved, leading to minimal changes in the hierarchy.
No one would dare challenge the top ranks, 1 and 2, so recklessly.
Caught off guard, Clara scowled as her subordinates shuffled uneasily.
“It wasn’t 7.”
My voice cut through the stifling tension and silence.
