"JUST A DROP OF HIS BLOOD! JUST ONE DROP!" A voice slithered into Eloisa's thoughts, and she found herself succumbing to that insistent urge. But gradually, she regained control.
"... No," she shook her head firmly and took a deep breath, trying to steady herself.
It all started the moment she laid eyes on him during the principal's speech. She couldn't quite explain it, but she felt an indescribable craving to hurt him. It was a driving impulse, much like what an addict feels after being deprived of drugs for too long. She was going insane, denying herself this need.
She wanted it so desperately. She envisioned his screams, his tears, his pleas for mercy. The thought of seeing him writhe and bleed filled her with a twisted sense of excitement. She imagined him utterly helpless as she broke every bone in his body.
She longed to tie him up in a dark, isolated space, just the two of them. Pain. If only she could inflict the most unimaginable torment on him... oh, how delighted she would be. If only she could skin him alive, forcing him to watch and amplifying his agony a thousandfold until he lost his sanity and her actions shattered his very existence.
Her body trembled, barely able to hold her in place. She wanted to leap toward him, to grab him. He was just so close.
-Tap-
She took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
"YES~ JUST TAKE HIM... FULFILL OUR WILDEST FANTASIES! DRIVE HIM MAD JUST AS HE DID TO US," the voice urged again, making her quiver with anticipation. Yes. Just a little more. Just a few more steps, and…
… she would have him within her grasp. At this point, her indifferent expression was barely holding on, struggling to contain the crazy grin that threatened to break free.
"ISA!" A voice broke through her thoughts, and suddenly, color flooded back into the world. She turned to see a concerned Ariana in the front row, looking at her with worry.
"Sigh," she let out a breath, finally regaining her composure. 'He... really is here,' she thought as she walked down toward Ariana, waving at her, 'I thought it was just a dream... but why? Why did he come back... why now?' She clenched her fists tightly, hiding the turmoil inside behind an unyielding facade.
…
"Damn... this is going to be a problem," muttered Lorelle, still pretending to be asleep. Initially, he had genuinely been asleep until he sensed that uncontrolled bloodlust and figured it was wise not to see who it was.
[That level of hatred... It even surpasses your obsession with that human.]
"Don't even bring that up. I know I might be a little obsessed... okay, maybe a lot, but it's nothing compared to how much she probably wants to do to me."
[Eh?]
'Don't ask.'
[What exactly did you do to her?]
"You really don't know?" Lorelle asked, genuinely surprised.
[Look, just know this: I have no memory of your life until three years ago.]
"What?"
[You awakened my consciousness late; that's all.]
"Sigh. Anyway, let's just say it this way... I broke her," he said, sighing without revealing more.
[How?]
"Well... let's just say things happened, and I was under the impression she was my girl."
[The crazy human you're obsessed with?]
"... Ugh, yes, yes, I thought she was the crazy girl I was obsessed with."
[.... So?]
"I... I did everything I could to make her love me... well, that didn't end well."
[How so?]
"When I found out she wasn't mine, I severed all ties with her... I literally cut off every feeling I had, ended our engagement, and disgraced her so many times that her family wouldn't let her see me anymore."
[... Hm,]
"Yes, I never imagined the love she once had for me would transform into a dangerous obsession that nearly got me killed three years ago," he sighed.