CH 8

I wanted to ask why. Because he was definitely the one who loathed and hated me.

Obviously, he was the man to put his hands on me. He said he’d make me pay back for every action I’ve done.

My heart pounded like a drum. My fingers kept shaking because of my body, which seemed to have been an earthquake, but I had no choice but to eat the jerky he held out. Crunch. I squeeze it between my teeth so that it doesn’t touch my lips as much as possible, I can feel the tough rubbery texture on the tip of my tongue.

It wasn’t a matter of taste. My nervous stomach can’t take food in this situation. As I forced myself to chew, the gaze that had been bothering me from earlier sank low.

“It doesn’t seem to suit your noble taste. Why did you pile up all the beef jerky?”

Well, Lemony’s hobby is to eat in front of Deon, who is starving…. Oh, let’s stop here.

“…not so noble.”

For the first time, I turned my head while trying something similar to talking back, and my eyes met the red eyes staring at me. At that moment, I felt as if the air around me was sucked into a black hole.

“I’m not a noble.”

He chewed my words. The blood-like red eyes were deeply sunken.

“If you are not noble,”

It was then.

My pupils widened in amazement as I felt a firm hand under my thigh. With his other hand on my shoulder, Deon put his weight on top of me and laid me down on the bed.

“There’s nothing I can’t do about this.”

Rough and thick joints overlap between fingers that have lost their way.

“Isn’t that right, Lemony? It’s a dirty prisoner’s hand, isn’t it like a handshake?”

Darkened by the backlight, the corners of his mouth tilted up. But still, the expressionless and emotionless gaze proved that the emotion behind all these actions was due to hatred towards me.

The folded fingers gradually curled up.

“….ordinary people don’t shake hands like this.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m half beast.”

When I answered as if I was reading a book, trying to refrain from crying as much as possible, he muttered as if it was no big deal. What on earth was the problem? He was a relatively calm man until just now.

I don’t know what part stimulated him, but veins appeared on the back of a huge hand that was clasped like a lover. As if it’s going to strangle my neck.

“Senior Lemony?”

I turned my head around at the man’s voice out of nowhere. Due to the sudden interruption, the red eyes that flashed through the black hair subsided. He sighed lightly, perhaps losing interest, and raised his half-downed eyes.

“I think I just heard a woman’s voice, is it Senior Lemony? This is the control tower of Building C.”

The noise source was the side where the kitchen and desk were. Perhaps the door hadn’t closed, and he could hear my voice. An airy voice was looking for me anxiously. Judging by the title and voice, it must have been Day.

How the hell did you get to Building C?

I had a strange question, but his voice was more suspicious. His low-pitched voice, which had been clear and clean just before, was like a voice coming out of an iron pipe after being bumped back and forth.

An iron pipe?

No way.

Something came to mind and my face hardened in an instant.

“I’ll tell you in case you don’t know. I’m with Chief Yvonne. All the evacuated prison officers are here too.”

“Day! Don’t say anything now…”

Eup.

The mouth that was about to scream was blocked by something. Deon, who covered my mouth with his hands, murmured quietly. The thickly covered palms were huge as if they were going to attack my face. Curiosity rose from his expressionless face.

Absolutely not. If Day says anything strange here…

I grabbed his wrist with both hands and tried to resist, but all that was left was a grip that felt so strong that I felt helpless. Lemony was a noblewoman. The fact that this woman, who has no bones and no flesh, was able to become a prison officer was thanks to the peculiarity of painlessness and the influence of Duke Christina.

“Shut up.”

Goosebumps ran down my back at a low warning sound. My pupils swayed between my fingers crossed like an iron cage.

“You don’t answer. It was definitely Senior voice…”

The iron pipe rings again. It was a tone of voice where he wondered if what he heard was in vain.

Then don’t say it.

Don’t say anything more if you don’t think I’m there.

“Umm…”

There was a moment of silence at the end of a groan with worries. All I could hear was the sound of gasping for breath under palms. Please, please. At the same time, I was so desperate, and at the same time, a feeling of injustice swept through my body to the point that I wanted to let go of everything.

Why did you do that? Why are you getting caught up in this situation?

The relationship between predator and prey can never be reversed. No matter how much Lemony blows her whistle, the heavy food chain that has continued since the beginning of time cannot be easily cut off.

That’s what I was thinking….

“Well, in case you don’t know, I’ll assume that Senior is there and tell you.”

A determined voice informed the current situation.

“I am at the control tower in Building C with Chief Yvonne. Currently, 80% of the prison officer survivors are evacuating to the control tower. You should come here, too. 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 flowed down his fingers, unable to bear the weight. His eyes, which were focused on the iron pipe, focused on me.

“Are you crying?”

I see. I guess I cried.

My strength was drained as if I had accumulated poisonous weeds all over my body. I didn’t even have the strength to answer. As if the prey, startled by the predator’s fangs, eventually accepted its fate, I lay there without answering. He intently stared at my tear-stained face and crouched down like a bear.

“Yes, it’s pretty.”

Then the hand that was covering his mouth was removed. The hard forearms that trapped my body sank further down. There was a crooked smile on his handsome face, which came closer to me, holding my elbow on the floor.

“Cry often from now on.”

A death sentence that was equivalent to a curse fell.

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The bitten, soft lower lip to suppress the leaking cry slowly loosened. The protruding lips, as if rolled up, seemed to have crushed rose petals, perhaps because of the gathering of blood.

I didn’t even ask, but I couldn’t open my mouth first.

“Officer.”

Quietly, his brain went blank, he lifted his gaze and appreciated the woman’s eyes. Her lashes were wet between the corners of her red, bruised eyes. A slender neck that looks like it’s going to crumble in a handful if he puts his hand on the fair skin. The fine hair, which seemed to be woven of gold thread, was tickling between the buttons of the loose uniform.

She’s so weak.

The woman he despised.

“Lemony.”

Deon, who was looking down at her without changing the uncomfortable posture, called out in a locked voice, and her lips parted enough to fit two of her fingers as if she was answering.

He raised one eyebrow in disbelief.

“…are you asleep?”

A faint wetness remained on the face of the woman who struggled between my thighs and fell asleep. It was a face I had never seen before. It’s the first time she has cried like a child, and it’s the first time she has fallen asleep defenselessly.

She was clearly trying to get two days’ worth of sleep at once from the sound. After two days of trembling with that slender body, her tension must have been relieved when she stopped crying.

He stared blankly at the sleeping woman’s face and lowered his head at the sensitive touch. Before he knew it, his lower leg, which had become heavy, stabbed her stomach. Deon’s gaze sank low, as did a predator who saw a fainted deer. The game soared to the point of wanting to bite her, and at the same time, he desired to covet the thin white neckline.

It was then.

Disgust spread over his expressionless face.

It was the woman who threw his face in the toilet. She was a woman who took him to the correctional room late at night in the name of education and beat him all over with steel and sticks until the sun rose. She was a woman who made him struggle with hunger without knowing hunger.

The reason he had been doing this to Lemony until this point was simple. It was because this woman hated it extremely when he touched her body. He didn’t have any 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 the cold water splash on him.

Day seemed to need to keep listening to the officer’s words.

Because.

“Senior. Can you use the first-class prisoner to come to the C building control tower?”

Now that you’ve cried, shouldn’t you kneel down?

He didn’t want to kill her yet, so he quietly got up from the bed, but the motionless shackles rattled. Her thin white wrist, which looked fragile, was automatically rising into the air and anxiously looking for him.

The shackles rattled. As long as the woman was asleep, the shackles could be released by force at any time. But instead of breaking the shackles, he lifted her back and thighs with his firm arm. The curled eyelashes slanted and then landed on his chest.

I’d rather be on this side.

This woman would have hated this more.

“Senior? You’re not there?”

Standing in front of the iron pipe with wide strides, he carried her with one arm. The iron pipe kept ringing indifferently, as if he didn’t even know that Deon had come.

“I hope Senior Lemony listened.”

How many people are looking for this woman by now? The idiot who tried to point a gun at me, and the prison officer called Chief Yvonne. And the Duke of Christina. Just a few people came to mind, but I didn’t think it would mean much anymore.

Because I’m going to kill them all anyway.

“Senior. Then, just in case, we’ll communicate in an hour…”

The voice that was anxiously looking for Lemony through the pipe shrank rapidly. The golden brown grip, which bent the pipe to the other side as if strangling an animal, gradually shrunk with an expressionless gaze.

There was one last scene to see before leaving the room.

Laying Lemony back on her bed, he stared at her with his emotionless cold red eyes. His insincere touch may have awakened her mind slightly, but her tight eyelashes, which were frowning weak, were half raised.

She closed her eyes again when her dreamy purple eyes met him.

“You must have been tired.”

As soon as he opened his mouth, her pupils, which rose again as if it were a dream or not, widened in terror.

“You didn’t wake up no matter what I did.”

It was a face that he couldn’t get enough of.