[ Chapter 8 ]
I wanted to ask why. Surely, he was someone who hated and detested me.
Obviously, he was the man who had to put his hands on my body. He was the one who promised to pay back every action I’ve done.
My heart was pounding like a drum. My fingers kept shaking because of my trembling body as if there was an earthquake, but I had no choice but to eat the jerky he offered me. It was tough. I tried to push it between my teeth as far as possible so that it didn’t touch my lips, and I could feel its rubbery texture on my tongue.
It wasn’t a matter of taste. My stomach was rejecting food due to extreme tension. But as I forced myself to chew, the gaze that had been bothering me lowered.
“It seems like it doesn’t suit your noble taste. Then why did you pile up so much jerky?”
Well, Lemony’s hobby is to eat before the starving Deon…. Ah, let’s stop here.
“…not so noble.”
As I tried to respond for the first time, I turned my head and met the gaze of the red eyes that were staring at me. It was a suffocating feeling as if the surrounding air was being sucked into a black hole.
“I’m not a noble.”
He ignored my words and frowned deeply. In his sunken eyes, the shadow was so deep and the flesh was as lively as blood.
“If you are not noble,”
It was then.
As I felt a firm hand under my thigh, my eyes widened in surprise. Deon, who had been pressing my shoulder with his other hand, lifted his weight off me and laid me down on the bed.
“I guess there’s nothing you can’t do about this.”
Rough and thick joints overlap between fingers that have lost their way.
“Isn’t that right, Lemony? Can’t you at least shake hands with a dirty prisoner’s hand?”
His mouth corner, darkened by the backlight, tilted upward as if to indicate something. However, his emotionless gaze still proved that all of this behavior was due to hatred toward me. The tangled fingers gradually curled up.
“….Ordinary people don’t shake hands like this, do they?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m half beast.”
Trying to hold back my tears, I answered as if reading a book, and he mumbled as if there was no problem. What on earth was the problem? He was a relatively calm man until just now.
I don’t know what part of me provoked him, but blood vessels bulged on the huge hand that covered me like a lover. It felt like it was strangling my neck.
“Senior Lemony?”
It was then.
I turned my head abruptly at the unexpected man’s voice. The red eyes that had been flashing between the black hair subsided. He let out a faint sigh, as if his interest had waned, and raised his half-lowered eyes.
“I think I just heard a woman’s voice. Is that you, Senior Lemony? This is the control room of Building C.”
The source of the noise was from the direction of the restroom and the desk. I couldn’t tell if the door was not completely closed or if the mixed voices were desperately looking for me. Based on the tone and voice, it was definitely Day.
How the hell did he even get to Building C?
An odd question arose, but what was even more strange was his hoarse voice. His low-pitched voice, which had been clear and clean just a moment ago, sounded like a voice that had bounced around inside a metal pipe.
A metal pipe?
No way.
My face froze for a split second as something came to mind.
“I’ll tell you in case you don’t know. I’m with Chief Yvonne. The prison officers who evacuated are also here.”
“Day! Don’t say anything right now…”
Eup.
My mouth, which was about to scream, was blocked by something. Deon covered my mouth with his hand and whispered quietly, ‘Don’t say a word.’ His palm that covered my mouth was massive as if it could completely cover my face.
Absolutely not. If Day says anything strange here…
I struggled and tried to resist by grabbing his wrist with both hands, but all that was left was a sense of helplessness as his grip was too strong. Lemony was a noblewoman. The fact that this woman, who was skinny to the bone, could become a prison officer was due to her unique condition of not feeling pain and the influence of Duke Christina.
“Shut up.”
Shiver ran down my spine at the low warning sound. My eyes shook through the bars marked like a jail cell.
“You are not answering. It was definitely the voice of Senior, though…”
The metal pipe rings again. It had the tone of hesitation, as if wondering if what it heard was nothing.
Then, please don’t speak.
If you feel like I’m not here anymore, please don’t speak anymore.
“Umm…”
A moment of silence followed the groan filled with anxiety. The only sound that could be heard was the barely audible wheezing under the palm of the hand. Please, please. A feeling of injustice overwhelmed my body to the point where I wanted to give up everything.
Why did I have to be possessed? Why did I have to get involved in this situation?
The relationship between predator and prey can never be reversed. Even if Lemony wears a thick uniform and blows a whistle, the heavy food chain that has existed since the beginning of time cannot be easily broken.
That’s what I was thinking, but…
“Well, just in case, I’ll assume that Senior is there and tell you.”
A firm voice that seemed determined conveyed the current situation.
“I am at the control room in Building C with Chief Yvonne. Currently, 80% of the prison officers are taking refuge in the control room. Senior, you need to come here as well. Chief Yvonne is looking for officers who can control first-class prisoners. Looks like she’s trying to get as many first-class officers as she can and then using them to catch the first-class prisoners who escape.”
Tears that couldn’t bear the weight gathered on his fingers and he looked at me as his attention was focused on the iron pipe.
“Are you crying?”
Did I. Cry?
I felt like all the strength had drained out of me, as if I had been piled up with toxic weeds all over my body. I didn’t even have the strength to answer. I just lay there like a startled animal accepting its fate in the predator’s jaws, and he, who had been staring at my tear-stained face with interest, crouched his upper body like a bear.
“It’s pretty.”
Finally, the hand that was covering my mouth was removed. The strong arm that was holding me down sank even further. With his elbow still anchored to the ground, the handsome face approached me with a crooked smile.
“Cry more often from now on.”
A death sentence, which was no different from a curse, was uttered.
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The delicate breath that was biting her lower lip to hold back her sobbing slipped away. The lips that had been rolled up burst open like they had been wound up, and seemed to have blushed like rose petals due to the gathered blood.
I didn’t tell her to do it, but there was no way she would open her mouth first.
“Officer.”
In a subdued voice, he slowly lifted his gaze and admired the woman’s eyes, which were closed. Her eyelashes, which looked like they had been bruised, were wet between the reddened corners of her eyes. Her delicate and smooth skin, her slender and long neck that seemed like it could be crushed into a handful if one were to grab it tightly. A few strands of hair, which seemed like gold threads, were tickling between the buttons of the uniform that had come loose.
She had become so weak and powerless.
This woman. The woman whom he despised.
“Lemony.”
Without changing her uncomfortable posture, Deon looked down at her and called out in a hushed voice. Her lips parted as if to respond, opening wide enough to fit two fingers.
He raised an eyebrow in disbelief.
“…..Did she fall asleep?”
There was a faint moisture left on the face of the woman who had fallen asleep after thrashing between my thighs. It was a face that I had never seen before. It was the first time she had cried like a child, and the first time she had fallen asleep defenselessly.
Judging by the sound, it was clear that she was trying to relieve two days’ worth of sleep at once. Her tiny body must have been shivering for two days, so her tension must have been released when she stopped crying.
As he stared blankly at the sleeping woman’s face, he lowered his head as he became more sensitive to touch. His lower body, which had become hardened, was piercing her belly. Like a predator looking at a fainting deer, Deon’s gaze sank low. At the same time, he felt the desire to bite her, to touch her thin and white neck.
At that moment. Disgust crept onto his face, which had been expressionless.
It was the woman who had put my face in a toilet bowl. The woman who had taken me to the correctional room late at night under the pretext of education and beat my whole body with a stick and a whip until sunrise. The woman who made me struggle with hunger by not giving me enough food.
The reason why I tried to sexually assault Lemony all this time was simple. It was because this woman extremely hated it when I touched her body.
There were no other feelings.
He just wanted to make the noble officer get down on her knees and cry. Only then did he slowly rise from his seat, feeling like cold water had been poured over him.
It seemed necessary to keep listening to the words of the officer named Day.
Because…
“Senior. Can you use the first-class prisoner to come to the Building C control room?”
Now that you’ve cried, isn’t it time to kneel?
He didn’t want to kill her yet, so he quietly got up from the bed, but the silent shackles on his ankles rattled as he stood. Her slender white wrist, which looked fragile, was rising up into the air, desperately looking for him.
Rattle. As long as this woman was asleep, the magic would be released, so he could break free of the shackles anytime he wanted. But instead of breaking the shackles, he lifted her back and thighs with his strong arms. Her fluttering eyelashes leaned forward and touched his chest.
It was better this way. This woman would have been even more disgusted if he had done this.
“Senior? Are you not there?”
With a wide step, he moved her with one arm in front of the iron pipe without a trace of hesitation. The iron pipe continued to ring as if it didn’t even notice Deon’s presence.
“I hope Senior Lemony listens.”
How many people are searching for this woman by now? The idiot who tried to aim his gun at me, the prison officer called Chief Yvonne, and maybe even Duke Christina. A few people came to mind, but it didn’t matter anymore.
I was going to kill them anyway.
“Senior. Just in case, can we communicate after one hour…”
The voice that was anxiously looking for Lemony through the pipe shrank rapidly. The golden brown hand, which had twisted the pipe as if strangling an animal, slowly relaxed with an expressionless gaze.
There was one last scene to see before leaving the room.
He laid Lemony back on the bed and stared at her with emotionless, cold, red eyes. Her thick eyelashes, slightly furrowed, hinted that she might have regained consciousness from his insincere touch.
When her hazy violet eyes met his gaze, she closed her eyes again.
“It looks like you’re tired.”
As he opened his mouth, her dilated pupils widened in fear, as if it were a dream or as if she couldn’t believe it.
“You didn’t wake up no matter what I did.”
It was a face that he wouldn’t get tired of looking at, no matter how much he looked.
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