Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 31
Enrique tapped on the worn wooden table and said,
“You set up Number 30 to be cornered, didn’t you?”
“Do you have any evidence that I did that?”
I widened my eyes innocently, pretending to know nothing.
Enrique tilted his head, lifting one corner of his mouth.
“My thoughts and words are the basis here. At least, in this place.”
True to his words, in this prison, the word of the strong was law.
Moreover, wasn’t the original Enrique a character with exceptional strategic and tactical intelligence?
I couldn’t give him a quick reply.
Chewing on a potato to buy time, Enrique smiled softly and stroked his chin.
“You have many enemies here, isn’t that right?”
His question seemed loaded with intention, but I swallowed the potato and answered nonchalantly.
“Just my luck. There are no close high officials or imperial loyalists here, only those who hold grudges against me.”
Enrique twirled a strand of my pink hair around his finger and whispered into my ear.
“Even so, don’t go stealing my underwear and giving it to others.”
The breath on my nape was chilling.
He was quick to catch on. Arguing would only aggravate him further.
I sighed internally, thinking of a bargaining chip.
What deal could I offer?
“Do you aspire to reach the top? If so, you’ve come to the right person. As you can see, I specialize in sending people plummeting to their doom…”
“No. Johann and I are like brothers. I’m not particularly obsessed with rankings.”
“Is there something else you want?”
For example, an escape from this prison.
That would mean mutual cooperation for a similar goal…
But contrary to my expectations, he kept denying, shaking his head.
“Not right now.”
Is that a hint of something for later?
It was hard to understand what this pretty, enigmatic man wanted.
He tilted his chin, and his silver hair swayed, reflecting the light.
“Just don’t end up getting killed by Johann or me.”
Why bring up killing during a meal?
Watching my expression, he slowly murmured.
“There’s nothing else that will cause your death. I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything this time.”
I blankly watched as my pink hair slipped from his slender fingers.
I had heard that the thief who stole the underwear had met a miserable death. Why was he sparing me?
Despite his rough demeanor, he subtly helped out, and unlike other inmates who shared a room with him and died within days, I faced no threats or harassment.
Had I unwittingly gained their favor?
And I was a person with tremendous confidence in my appearance, possessing self-esteem that soared through the stratosphere.
“Could it be… you’re letting this slide because you’ve taken a liking to me?”
It was the only explanation I could think of.
These men were already the strongest in the prison, and currently, they needed nothing beyond periodic indoctrination.
Even if I had no powers and my health was rubbish, objectively, my face was quite attractive.
With ruby-colored eyes, pale skin, and delicate features that evoked a strong protective instinct, wasn’t I the very image of a frail beauty?
To my confident query, Enrique’s golden eyes widened.
“I don’t know what it means to be smitten.”
He chuckled softly, covering my pale hand with his.
“I do want to touch, though.”
Perhaps it was the lust of a vigorous man.
These men must have been confined for a long time.
However, lobbying in this direction often leads to more losses than gains, providing only temporary comfort without a long-term guarantee.
Considering what these madmen did to the saint in the original story…
“I’ll destroy everything your gaze falls upon.”
“You’ll never leave here.”
Why destroy everything they look at? Why can’t I leave?
It might seem thrilling in writing, but I certainly didn’t want to experience it directly.
Before I knew it, my hand was resting on top of Enrique’s.
‘It must only be me who can touch you.’
How dare you? If you were going to touch me, I’d be the one to touch you, then imprison you.
Not like this dog-like behavior, but if he begged for love, submitting to me like a dog, I might consider dating him.
After all, they’re strong and good-looking.
“So, may I touch you too?”
As I smiled sweetly with my eyes, he subtly moved his overlapped hands away and stepped back.
