Obsession... What's That? I Just Wish Someone Would Help Me Escape - Chapter 8
Prisoner number 40.
A man in his late twenties, he sat arrogantly as if he was the number one in this place.
In a situation where everyone was treated like livestock, the sight of them splitting ranks down to the molecular level was incredibly absurd.
Having already hit my head once, I saw no reason to do it again and just stood there, which only contorted Number 40’s face in annoyance.
“A newcomer, or just plain insolent? Let’s thoroughly instill the fear of this place in her.”
At the command of Number 40, the boss among the lower ranks, the other seven surrounded me.
“But why is it that the lowest-ranked woman is sharing a room with the top-tier prisoners? We’re stuck in sh*tty cell.”
I wondered that too.
I can’t even use my abilities.
While pondering this, one of them roughly grabbed my hair.
“Pink hair? What a ridiculous color. My eyes are turning red and I feel bad.”
I pouted my lips and responded.
“Ouch, but isn’t your hair color kind of funny too? Is it camouflage? No offense.”
The face of the man with unusual green hair turned red.
“Such a sharp-tongued girl! And you can’t even awaken your abilities, halfwit!”
I have learned and adapted to be able to talk my way out of trouble and live a comfortable life.
I was an expert when it came to talking my way out of a crisis.
Right before I faced the imminent threat of a group beating, I coughed weakly and asked with a pale face.
“You really don’t know why I share a room with the top prisoners?”
Another prisoner snickered.
“Do you have any connections in the prison? Still, you’re just a worm in the end.”
“Worm, that’s harsh… Cough, cough!”
I covered my mouth, coughing violently.
My tearing cough and labored breathing startled them.
“W-what’s going on?”
“Pidsi’s disease.”
After announcing my illness, I wiped the corner of my mouth, smiling.
Then, with a pitiful expression, I showed them my palm smeared with blood.
“You know it’s contagious, right?”
Pidsi’s disease, similar to tuberculosis, is infectious.
As soon as I finished speaking, those surrounding me recoiled in horror.
“If I had been in the same room as you, you would’ve been infected by now. Wouldn’t it be a problem if all the workers were wiped out? There’s no medical system here.”
Even though ability users are known for their high immunity and robust health, that only applies to the strong ones.
Number 40 and his crew were no different from slightly healthier average humans.
The man who grabbed my hair looked at his hand as if he had just been given a death sentence.
Of course, I was lying about it being contagious.
Though coughing up blood is part of my daily routine and my poor physical and immune strength make me prone to illness.
“It’ll be troublesome if you keep hitting her. She’s going to die anyway, just leave it alone!”
“You’re a filthy carrier! Get away from here, fast!”
They treated me as a terrifying agent of plague, a veritable Germ-Man, keeping their distance.
Even the boss, prisoner number 40, fled in fear, pressing his back against the wall.
“Are you generously letting me eat first? Thanks.”
I sat down and began eating the remaining food on the table.
Leftovers included a few pieces of stale bread, less than a bowl of barley porridge, and a few squashed potatoes.
They only glared at me fiercey, seemingly lacking the courage to throw me out.
I finished my meal leisurely under their fearful and annoyed gazes.
“Ah, thank you for the food… Achoo!”
I didn’t forget to sneeze loudly over the little food that was left.
“Look, look! Biological terrorism, she must be insane!”
I smiled sweetly at them, who were horrified.
“Enjoy your meal. After eating, you might end up just like me, another wretched worm.”
