The Revenge Kidnapping Drama's Transmigrated Female Lead - Chapter 25
“…Ha.”
She stopped in her tracks between the bedroom and the dining room, letting out a disbelieving laugh. There was a limit to how brazen someone could be. Muttering to herself, she shot Rezus a sharp glare.
“You expect me to sit across from you and have a meal together?”
Despite her biting words, the truth was that she was starving and eager to eat. However, given her current dynamic with Rezus, maintaining an antagonistic stance was essential.
“Have you forgotten what you did to me?”
Rezus didn’t respond. He remained completely still, silently meeting her gaze with an unyielding stare, as if daring her to continue. She flinched momentarily under his piercing eyes but clenched her fists tightly, refusing to back down.
“Get out now. Just looking at you makes me feel sick.”
A faint huff escaped Rezus as he slowly ran his eyes over her from head to toe.
“Throw up or don’t. I don’t care.”
“……”
“Judging by the way you’re snapping back at me, it seems you’ve regained your strength.”
He added indifferently, tipping his chin toward her in a dismissive gesture.
“You might as well eat while I’m still asking nicely.”
“…If I refuse, you’ll probably force me to eat, won’t you?”
“You know me well. If you’re aware of that and still not eating…”
He paused, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.
“Are you hoping I’ll feed you by force?”
“……”
“Or maybe… you’re waiting for me to get on my knees and beg you to eat?”
“Ha, listen to yourself…”
Psyche pressed her temple as if weary, her eyes briefly closing before opening again. Her face was filled with unmistakable disdain.
“Please, just leave. I don’t even want to talk to someone like you anymore.”
That look of utter contempt seemed to stir something in Rezus. For a moment, the casual indifference on his face faltered, his expression hardening slightly. However, the change was fleeting, and the mocking smirk returned to his lips.
“You still don’t understand your position, do you?”
“……”
“You’re a hostage, not a princess. I can make demands of you, but you don’t get to make any of me.”
He muttered in a threatening tone,
“If you don’t want things to get worse, act like a proper hostage. When I tell you to eat, eat. When I tell you to shut up, shut up. And if I tell you to spread your legs, then do it. Got it?”
Psyche gazed at him intently. Rezus looked like someone desperate to hurt her, as though wounding her was his sole purpose.
She thought she could understand, at least to some extent, why he was acting this way.
Like all the male leads, Rezus was particularly tormented by the complicated emotions Psyche evoked in him. The more time passed, the crueler he became toward her. And, as he was now, he didn’t hesitate to hurl even harsher words at her.
Because he didn’t want to acknowledge his feelings for her.
‘Could it be the emotional turmoil after what happened between us?’
Was he consumed by guilt after seeing her in pain afterward? Or perhaps he was struggling to accept the fact that he was drawn to her and didn’t want to admit it?
Whatever the reason, Psyche was certain of one thing as she watched him bristle like a wild animal cornered—his psychological state was extremely unstable.
‘I planned to just act naturally while I recovered…’
But if Rezus was already this shaken, she had to take advantage of it now.
Psyche swallowed dryly. What could she say here to push him further over the edge, to drive him even more mad about her?
Her hesitation didn’t last long. Slowly, she parted her lips, fully aware of the weight of her words.
“…Don’t give me orders.”
Hoping it was the right move, she added,
“You don’t have the right to do that.”
Then, she lowered her gaze and took a step back from him.
A sharp sound of teeth grinding reached her ears. The moment Psyche glanced up at him again, Rezus grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the dining room with force.
“Ow, it hurts…! What are you doing…! Stop it!”
Her frail body was helpless against his brute strength, and she was pulled along as if she weighed nothing. Psyche screamed in protest, struggling with all her might.
“Damn it, you’re so loud!”
Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud bang, accompanied by a coarse voice. Both Psyche and Rezus turned their heads in unison toward the source of the sound.
“……”
Standing there, as if he had kicked the door open, was Serdin.
