Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 71
“Do you think I’m the type to hide my abilities? If I had any, I’d have beaten up the guards and prisoners and taken over this prison already.”
While it was true that I wanted to hide them, the fact was that I couldn’t even use my abilities right now.
My gaze kept drifting toward the kitten.
Poor thing. I never should have brought it here.
I hope Clara comes to check on the kitten before she falls asleep.
Clara, don’t you want to see the adorable kitten? You should at least take a peek before bed, right?
I silently spoke to Clara.
Number 25 chuckled darkly as he handed the kitten over to prisoner number 32.
“Show us what you can do, Prisoner 49. If you don’t, this little kitten will meet an unfortunate end.”
So, they’ve decided to use the kitten as leverage since they know I’m too weak compared to the others I hang out with.
Number 32, who had hands like frying pans, gingerly took the kitten and grinned like a nasty henchman.
“Hah! Let’s torment it properly!”
No… hit me instead! I’ll take the punishment! I can’t be without that kitten!
“Do what you want. It’s not even my kitten. Prisoner number 7 just asked me to check on it. You think I’m some kind of cat nanny? Please.”
I kept my expression blank, my voice indifferent.
To be honest, I wasn’t exactly its caretaker.
If we’re being precise, Clara and I were like mothers who had adopted the little kitten into our hearts.
Please just let it go safely!
As if testing my patience, Number 32 began pressing down on the kitten’s tiny paw pads with brutal indifference.
“Cats hate having their paws touched, you know. Out of the 10 cats I’ve met on the street, 12 hated it.”
A cat dad, huh? This guy actually knows his cats?
The kitten hissed, raising its fur in distress as Number 32 continued to press its soft pink paw pads.
His breathing grew heavier, and his cheeks turned slightly red.
“Ha! You mad? Does it hurt?”
Pretending to torment the kitten, but really just enjoying the feeling of the soft paw pads—seriously… how pathetic.
“Hmph, is that what you call tormenting? Watch this!”
I strode up to number 32 and gently tickled the kitten’s other paw pad.
The kitten scrunched its nose in annoyance, unable to stand the tickling, and even unsheathed its tiny claws.
“Mew! Myaa!”
“See? It hates it even more when you do it this way. That’s how you torment a cat. Got it?”
“Damn it.”
Number 32 looked inexplicably frustrated, but I couldn’t figure out why. Meanwhile, I had successfully moved closer and lowered my voice as I addressed him.
“Hey, why are you following number 25? Are you trying to take over the leader position of the 30s with his help?”
“I just came along because he said he’d show me the kitten. Plus, he suggested we mess with you while we were at it. Seemed like a tempting offer.”
I was dumbfounded.
Are all the prisoners here missing a few screws? It feels like I’m the only one with a functioning brain.
Number 25 shot an annoyed glance at number 32, pointing at him.
“Number 32, break the kitten’s legs.”
Number 32, who had been playfully teasing the kitten, widened his eyes in shock.
“What? Do something that horrible? No way.”
“What?”
“I came to see the kitten because I like cats. You didn’t mention anything about that beforehand. I thought we were just going to mess with Prisoner 49 a little. Where would you even break on such a tiny thing? Forget about the three potatoes I was promised.”
Wait, number 32’s actually not that bad of a guy?
Aside from the part where he was going to bully me for a few potatoes, of course. I wiped my nose and glared at number 25.
“I don’t care about the kitten, but what you just said was downright demonic. Are you possessed by Satan?”
At some point, the kitten had transferred from number 32’s hands back to number 25’s.
He lifted one corner of his mouth, sneering at both of us.
“All of you are fools and scum. Breathing the same air as insects like you, who deserve to be judged, is an unbearable disgrace.”
I tilted my head, looking at him as if he were some villain who had just awakened.
“Is that your self-introduction?”
Number 25’s sneer twisted into a snarl, and his eyes grew sharp.
“You’re the worst of them all. I should deal with you first. This is for killing Number 27.”
I’m the most normal one here? What is he talking about?
From his words, it didn’t seem like he was hiding the fact that he was an executioner. He must’ve been close to the now-deceased number 27.
“You… were you and number 27, like…”
