How to Stop the Villain from Going Crazy
Translator: Fuyu
Chapter 22 - He wasn't worried that he would get addicted to this sort of interaction (1)
At this time, Bo Li heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She raised her head.
Erik came back.
The blood had been cleaned off his mask, and his eyes were cold and tranquil. His agitated excitement seemed to have completely simmered down. He was holding a skinned rabbit. Its bright red and slippery body was exposed, and blood kept dripping down.
He halted and looked at the hot pot in front of her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking.
The portion size of the canned hot pot was quite big. It was enough to feed two to three people.
Seeing that he had come back, Bo Li immediately put down her chopsticks and gestured for him to come eat with her.
Erik slowly walked to her side and sat down.
Bo Li introduced, "This is hot pot. It's a bit like fondue. The difference is that hot pot is made of beef tallow, bone broth, chili peppers… and a bunch of other spices. You put raw meat and vegetables in it, let it cook in the soup, and then you can take them out to eat. It might be a bit spicy. It's spicier than Mexican chili paste… Have you eaten chili peppers before?"
After a long time, he finally nodded.
"Eating this shouldn't be a problem then."Bo Li broke apart a new pair of disposable chopsticks and demonstrated how to use the chopsticks. She enthusiastically looked at him. "Try it. It's really good."
Erik looked at her, mimicked her movements, picked up a piece of beef, and put it in his mouth.
He didn't have a strong desire for delicious food. He didn't care if the food was bitter, spicy, sour, or sweet.
He had eaten raw peppers in Persia, but that was to keep himself alert, not for taste. The Shah had locked him up with several death-row prisoners and had him perform in public how he killed people with a rope. The death-row prisoners were armed with spears and machetes while he only had a rope.
But for some reason, he actually enjoyed what he was eating. It was probably because of her eyes.
She seemed to have cried. Her eyes were washed clean and was full of vitality. It was like looking at the rapidly pulsating blood vessels on the neck of prey.
He felt the sudden impulse to destroy that vitality. He wanted to press her onto the ground and slowly bring the dagger close to her eyes until she cried.
She would definitely cry.
She was a timid and lazy girl. She was unable to endure being tired and dirty. She wasn't brave. She always looked at him with intense fear like a frightened little animal.
She was so frail, so ignorant. She didn't even know how to tame a horse. She wanted to get close to Cesar, but she stepped back in fear just from Cesar snorting and baring its teeth.
He had to achieve her goal for her.
He would sometimes ask himself; why hadn't he killed her yet?
Perhaps, it was because he enjoyed the game of stalking her. He would stop her, scare her, and then be appeased by her. Or perhaps, it was because her closeness had set a bad precedent.
He started to get used to her touch. Sometimes, he would even use intimidation to get her touch. He wasn't worried that he would get addicted to this sort of interaction.
It didn't matter that she stayed with him, forced herself to endure her fear to approach him, hug him, and kiss his mask, and resolutely chose him under the gaze of everyone.
One day, she would definitely abandon him.
She would be just like his mother, who had screamed, fainted, and almost went crazy the first time she saw his face. In the end, she put a mask on him with trembling hands.
When that time came, it wouldn't be too late to kill her.
Fuyu’s Note: Extra part to thank Neomys anomalus for their lovely review. Thrilled to see that another person likes the horror and romance pairing =).