Villainesses in Romance Fantasy Become Obsessed - Villainesses in Romance Fantasy Become Obsessed chapter 83

83. Imprisonment is pure love. Pure love is obsession. Obsession is confinement (1)

83. Confinement is pure love. Pure love is obsession. Obsession Confinement (1)

Nadia imprisoned me for not playing with her at the she-celebration fair.

It was difficult to see it as a legitimate reason.

Because no one imprisons people for not playing with them.

However, if you really tried to understand Nadia, you could understand it with her head.

‘Because it’s Nadia. It could be Because Nadia doesn’t know that the way she expresses it is wrong. Things like that happen, too.’

She lost her parents when she was young and was unloved.

That’s why you don’t know how to love others.

As a result, attachment has degenerated into obsession.

“… “

Nadia is drawing on a canvas with me handcuffed.

I asked her cautiously as she silently moved her brush.

“… How are you painting today? Is it well drawn?”

“Damian, it’s drawn well because you’re by my side. It feels like my head is clear.”

Swimsuk-

Nadia played with her paintbrush without hesitation.

The empty canvas was instantly filled with my face.

‘I’m sure you’ve talked to Laura. Didn’t the conversation go well?’

I thought I’d give up my drawing.

Are you still only drawing my face?

I wanted to get up and ask around Nadia.

Unfortunately, the chains tied to the sofa only make a clicking sound.

I asked, helplessly sitting on the sofa.

“… How was your conversation with Laura, Nadia? I thought I would give up my drawing. I am still drawing.”

“Give up. I have no intention of giving up on Damian. And, the conversation with her wasn’t bad. Even so, we are the ones who draw each other. There were parts of it that worked.”

A favorable attitude.

As Nadia focused her eyes on the canvas, she explained what had happened.

“The drawing of a woman named Laura is worse than mine. That’s for sure However, the eyes that looked at my paintings were not bad for an ant. I was also clearly aware of the shortcomings of my paintings.”

“Okay, now reduce my drawing-“

“But that’s not enough reason not to draw you, Damian. Because i still It seems that the eyes of the judges and students were not enough.”

Nadia declared without a change in expression.

Her own paintings were not lacking at all.

Because their eyes were lacking.

“You don’t even know the value of Damian that I drew. I’d rather not be judged. Even if you show an ant a work of art. No wonder they didn’t understand at all. It was for no reason to tarnish the value of my Damian. So… “

So?

Nadia has said so far what I expected.

But then.

I started talking about things that were very different from what I expected.

“I will hide you deeper, Damian.”

“What?”

“Don’t give up on your drawing. I won’t send your picture out even for the contest. Instead, Damian, your paintings will only be displayed in my art gallery. So that no one can see so that only I can see I will complete you with my own painting, Damian.”

Sounds crazy.

Sounds insane.

Taking me to the sofa and confining myself to the art room while talking to her made me feel chilly and chilly all over my body.

‘I’m out of breath… ‘

Even.

Nadia’s eyes staring at me as she utters those words.

She was telling the truth without any lies.

Sincerely.

“This is all for you, Damian. For my and our happiness. It has to be done.”

“… “

Even if you try to understand it with your head, you can’t understand it with your emotions.

‘I need understanding to help Nadia. But… ‘

I am the only one trying to understand Nadia.

Maybe that’s not right.

‘When and how far do I have to understand Nadia… ?’

As if a huge hand was gripping my neck, I felt more and more choking.

Like that, I don’t even know if day or night passes.

I was imprisoned in Nadia’s art room.

***

The exam is over, the festival is over.

Until vacation comes.

I was imprisoned in Nadia’s art room without finishing the lecture.

I didn’t even know how much time had passed because the curtains were always drawn in the art studio.

“Tomorrow is vacation, Damian. Let’s go back to Verdium together. Two of us. Happily. The engagement ceremony will also be held there. Because you will like it too. Follow me. Got it?”

Just relying on Nadia’s words.

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Only tied to the sofa and handcuffed.

Such serenity? A strange confinement continued.

Nadia imprisoned me in her studio, and I sat in front of her canvas and painted her.

Sometimes she would talk to me, feed me, sit next to me and hug me.

It is safe to say that most of the time I spent sitting in front of the canvas and drawing.

“Damian.”

“… Uh.”

“I’ll go out for a while. I have to unpack my luggage from the dormitory. Mine too. Yours too Don’t be silly and stay still. This is a painting room, okay?”

It’s an art studio, so even if you shout, you can’t hear it outside.

That must be the sound.

I wanted to be alone for now, so I nodded.

Nadia then smiled contentedly and left.

Even if I come back, I’ll stay in the art room.

Perhaps it is because he is satisfied with himself.

‘… I’m going to die of hardship.’

Nadia left the studio, and I immediately lay down on the sofa and closed my eyes.

As the atmosphere of pressure continued, I was suffocated and exhausted.

Should I say that it feels like my energy is being continuously sucked naturally?

My head was complicated and questions kept popping up.

“There is a degree of understanding, and shouldn’t there be limits?”

I have a headache with irritation.

And I also think about how to get out of this confinement.

Though I thought about it, I couldn’t come up with a particularly suitable answer.

I opened my eyes and looked at the numerous paintings of myself hanging in the art room.

‘I feel as if I have already been exhibited in the art room, just like that painting.’

A moment when only a sigh comes out.

Smart-

I heard a knock on the door from somewhere.

‘Is this Bluebell, the one who saw me being taken away?’

I didn’t believe in it, but I suddenly came to believe in the existence of Blue Bell.

I shouted loudly with a glimmer of hope.

“Bluebell?! Can you hear me?! I’m here!!”

Wouldn’t it be hard to hear because the soundproofing is good?

I heard a knock over and over again.

I was handcuffed and couldn’t open the door.

The moment powerlessness dominates the situation.

Knock-!

I heard the sound of something opening.

I checked the door, but it was fine there.

‘No way?’

I naturally turned my gaze to the window using the elimination method.

There was a bluebell coming in, opening the window and removing the curtains.

“Mister, Mr.… I almost died falling… !!”

“Bluebell!”

“b*tch like a dog… Why did you set up the art room in a place like this?”

Kudangtang-!

A bluebell entered through the window.

She lay down on the floor and let out a heavy breath.

“Ugh, ugh… i die… Really die… I will die… No, let’s just die… “

Judging by the way he speaks, it seems that he has serious depression.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I met you. Depression was devastating.

Still, considering that she arrived at the art studio to save me, I could tell that she put in a lot of effort.

“Bluebell. Don’t think about dying and come here.”

“No… I don’t like to do anything… I just want to die… “

“Even if you roll over, come to work.”

“Ugh, ugh… “

Rumble-

Bluebell rolled in my direction helplessly.

‘You know how to come to rescue me… I’m impressed… ‘

Bluebell comes near me, and I greet her by holding her hand.

“Thanks, Bluebell. For coming to rescue me.”

“Poem, noisy… More than that, Damian you… What didn’t happen… ?”

What do you mean when you say something?

I asked Bluebell openly.

“What are you talking about?”

“Pregnancy… “

“I didn’t order it, I didn’t.”

“Okay then… No need to kill and kill… “

“What?”

A bluebell that speaks scary words.

However, since he seemed to have no energy, he decided not to ask any more.

Once, while Blue Bell recovers her energy…

“Don’t you know what my situation is?”

“You didn’t tell me, but how do I know you’re sick… “

“Then let me tell you.”

Talk to me.

How and why I am imprisoned in this art room.

I decided to explain the situation.

Bluebell’s answer to that is…

“Damian, are you an idiot?”

***

“Damian, are you an idiot?”

Harsh criticism.

“Why are you sitting still? If you’re incarcerated Shouldn’t you rebel a little? Are you a genius? Why are you acting like you have no head?”

Harsh criticism.

“Are you Hogu, Damian?”

There were only harsh words exchanged.

Bluebell expressed frustration with a sigh, as if I was frustrated with my behavior and didn’t like it.

I was touched by those words, and I felt a bit resentful.

“… What did I do wrong?”

“The painter is imprisoning you! Are you just sitting there and being imprisoned?”

“He is stronger than me.”

“I can’t kill you anyway! There is no need to get angry or rebel!”

I see.

But…

“If I come out too aggressively, Nadia’s condition will be-“

“What? Is that the problem? Are you incarcerated? The painter is not first, you are first. If you just sit still like a tiger. Will the situation be resolved?”

For some reason, Bluebell seems to be saying the right things.

She said, glancing slightly toward her door, not knowing when Nadia might return.

“Stay still. Do something, you idiot. It might turn out like a dream during vacation.”

“… What am I supposed to do?”

Fishik-

Bluebell said, raising the corner of her mouth.

“Speak up, you fool. Like me. Why are you being imprisoned?”

Just hit it.

“You won’t be frustrated either. Try it like me.”

“Like you?”

“Yes, do it like me. Then you say you will win unconditionally?”

Not bad advice from Bluebell.

Thinking about it, I think I tried to understand the villains too much.

Because Nadia understands me too, and mutual understanding is essential for a healthy relationship.

In the ‘understanding’ I thought, ‘I’ was missing.

“Bluebell.”

“Uh.”

“I’ll try as you said.”

“Yes, do as I say. Maybe it will work out? Even more so for an idiot who paints.”

Quite a lot.

A good future began to be drawn.

It was all thanks to Bluebell’s advice.

‘How did Bluebell grow like this… ? And.’

What is the dream that Bluebell said at the beginning?

I was a little skeptical.

She decided to try following her words.

***

Time passed.

After Blue Bell risked her life, she climbed down the rope.

Kiki-

“I’m here, Damian. Did nothing happen?”

“… “

After Nadia bought her food, she returned to the art studio.

As Bluebell advised me.

Once.

I mustered up the courage to speak to her.

“… Nadia.”

“What’s wrong, Damian? Any problem?”

“Let go now.”

“What?”

“I am tired now. If you’re going to live in captivity like this… “

I’d rather die.

The moment I uttered those words.

“… Did you say you would die in front of me?”

Nadia’s expression changed in an instant.

With a serious face.

However, an emotion leaked from behind her.

‘Anxiety.’

Nadia was worried about me dying.

No matter how hard she presses me.

‘I’ll never be able to easily let go of the news that I’m dying.’

Bluebell’s advice is much better than I thought.

It might have been more effective.

To solve the current situation.