I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 72
Chapter 72
I struggled with all my might to break free from Jessie’s grasp. But all I could do was flail around in the water.
– How is it? The feeling of falling to the bottom the moment you think you’re free?
Jessie’s voice echoed through the water.
– I can’t be the only one to feel this despair.
– You try it too.
‘No. I can’t die like this. How did I get here!’
I held my breath and tried to find a way to escape. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake off Jessie, who was holding me tightly.
My suffocating lungs screamed. I thrashed about, begging for air.
My tightly closed lips parted against my will. Of course, what came into my open mouth was not air, but cold water.
– See you again, Heyna.
Jessie disappeared with a greeting as she saw my appearance.
The water relentlessly invaded my lungs, making my chest feel like it was being torn apart. But I was still conscious.
If only I could get back to the surface.
The passageway was completely dry. If I could just swim up to it, I could escape this horrible pain.
I flailed my arms, which wouldn’t obey, and kicked my free legs, desperately trying to reach the surface.
‘My body won’t listen.’
Perhaps because I had pushed myself too far, my strength began to fade. The consciousness I was barely clinging to grew increasingly hazy.
As I slipped into the darkness, a final thought crossed my mind.
‘Come to think of it, I think I’ve drowned before.’
* * *
Warm hands wrapped around my waist.
I barely managed to lift my heavy eyelids, but my vision was too blurry to see clearly. My body, waterlogged and numb, felt devoid of sensation. It was as if I were still submerged.
Through my blurry vision, I saw thin lips that had been tightly closed begin to tremble.
“…Huh? …Na.”
My ears were muffled, making it hard to hear.
The murmuring voice sounded so affectionate and desperate that my heart ached for some unknown reason. I felt tears welling up.
The hands that held my waist and shoulders. The careful steps he took as if to avoid causing me any shock.
It all spoke volumes.
How much this man cherished me.
Perhaps it was still the tears clouding my vision, but his expression as he looked down at me seemed distorted.
‘Why do you sometimes look at me with such pain in your eyes?’
The unformed words scattered with my ragged breaths.
“… I… I’m s…sorry.”
I didn’t know exactly what he was saying.
But I understood from the words I faintly heard that he was apologizing to me.
‘Why are you sorry for not protecting me? Why are you apologizing to me?’
If only I could tell him it was okay, that he shouldn’t apologize.
I strained to open my mouth, my throat constricting, but only a thin moan escaped.
“…Give her to me.”
Another voice rang out. It was a voice that made me feel uncomfortable and disgusted the moment I heard it.
“…No.”
“…Please. …Give her to me.”
The tips of his fingers, which were carefully holding me, tightened slightly.
“…Kir.”
Kir?
‘Oh, right. The person holding me is…’
My consciousness, which had been buried deep, gradually awakened. I still couldn’t hear properly, but I could tell.
The one holding me was Dekir, and the owner of the unpleasant voice was Zion.
“Why should I?”
A low baritone that gently tickled my ears. It was Dekir’s voice, the one I loved.
But strangely, his tone was a little, no, very different from what I knew.
‘Did Dekir ever use informal language with Zion?’
The Dekir I knew was always polite and affectionate, using honorifics in his soft, gentle voice.
“Heyna is my lover, you know.”
Zion’s reply made me flinch in surprise.
‘What? What kind of crazy nonsense is this?’
Me, Zion’s lover? That’s impossible.
It was strange. Dekir didn’t refute his absurd statement.
“Give her to me.”
The grip on me tightened again.
Dekir pulled me closer to him as if he would never let me go.
“Dekir. What are you doing?”
“…No.”
“Your actions… make it seem like you have ulterior motives towards Heyna.”
A tremor ran through my body, pressed against his. Though he said nothing, I thought Dekir seemed angry.
And then, for a brief moment, my body lifted into the air before being transferred somewhere else. It was Zion’s arms.
The unpleasant scent of his perfume made me dizzy. I wanted to push him away immediately.
But my body still wouldn’t obey, so I could only lie limply and listen to their conversation.
“Heyna”
Zion, who had me in his arms, lightly kissed my lips. Goosebumps erupted all over my body.
‘No!’
“Are you okay?”
The murmur in my ear, so affectionate, was incredibly unpleasant.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you… no matter what.”
How could the words “I’ll protect you” be so chillingly unpleasant?
The hand caressing my cheek. The hand pressed against my shoulder felt like a disgusting insect.
‘It’s weird. I don’t particularly like Zion, but I don’t hate him enough to find his touch so repulsive.’
Thinking that both the situation and my feelings were very strange, I lost consciousness again.
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