Chapter 30 – Transformation of Obsession
Isabella grabbed Cianna’s hand and dragged her up the stairs.
“… Oh, it hurts… !”
Thanks to her strong hand, she could hear Sianna’s voice full of pain, but she had no intention of loosening her hand.
Not quite understanding why she was acting this way, Isabella hurried her steps toward her room. But the more she hurried her steps, the more her subtle fury spread like an uncontrollable flame.
Some servants I met on the way gave me strange eyes, but I didn’t care. No, I would rather see them. She said she did if everyone knew that Cianna was her own.
Why, why do I have these uncomfortable feelings? Like this…
Isabella threw her door open and swung the hand that held her Sianna away violently. She slammed her door shut, ignoring Sianna, who was pushed inward and helplessly hit her floor.
“Siana.”
She said her name in a calm voice that surprised even herself.
“… Yes.”
An answer came from behind. A weak voice, waiting for my next words.
It was the voice I had trained and created.
Isabella slowly turned her head. She hadn’t gotten up from her floor yet, but she caught her eye as she stared up at her.
She was a different version of Shiana than usual. With her long off-white hair neatly tied back, she was dressed in a maid’s outfit of coarse straight hair, revealing a little of her thin neck and collarbone.
Suddenly, her outfit reminded her of the Jennifer she saw earlier.
That stupid red-haired girl who doesn’t even know what she’s doing.
Sensing once again being swept up in a stream of burning emotions, Isabella squatted down next to Cianna, who was sitting there.
She lifts the tip of her chin with one of her fingers. Her face came up softly and her shapely neckline caught her eye.
“Siana, who are you?”
Siana looked at Isabella with a slightly bewildered expression. When she didn’t answer, Isabella slapped her on the cheek without hesitation.
“Why is there no answer?”
Isabella did not give me a chance to answer. Siana’s face turned to the other side. Back in her original position, Shiana began to open her mouth in a stutter.
“… I-I’m a bitch.”
Isabella slapped her cheek again, her hand throbbing a little, but her pain suffocated as her excitement ran through her body.
Said Isabella, striking her snort in Sianna’s horrified face.
“Wrong.”
Normally, I would have said it was the correct answer, but that’s not the answer I’m looking for right now.
Cianna dragged her body back like her frightened child. Isabella continued to take her steps as she moved away. The back of Cianna’s head hit her bookshelf lightly, and Isabella asked again as she had nowhere else to back her.
“Siana. Who are you?”
Isabella tried to figure out the identity of her burgeoning feelings, and she pressed her answer to Cianna again and again.
The moment she felt a hot pain on her cheek, Shiana’s mind went blank. Now that she had been physically and mentally driven by Isabella for several days, her forgotten fear of violence was waking up again.
Sianna said, stunned by her fear, cupping her head in her hands and closing her eyes tightly. She is as helpless as a child being whipped by her parents.
“Now, toys, toys for the master…”
She startled when something of hers touched Sianna’s quivering hands. However, he soon realized that it was Isabella’s hand. Soon, her hands were gently removed from Cianna’s head, and Isabella’s face was visible between them.
She was smiling softly.
“Siana, can I ask you another question? Why is our Siana getting beaten up now?”
Stopped violence and Isabella’s soft voice. It was a positive sign. Shia rolled her head with some relief, what did I do wrong?
What made Isabella angry?
Cianna held back all the confusion seething in her head and cautiously opened her mouth.
“I-I… , I am…”
Seeing that Isabella’s expression deteriorated rapidly at her hesitation, Cianna responded hurriedly.
“Because I, I left my seat during working hours… Are you?”
Isabella—I am,” She added, frantically recalling what she had told me to say. Isabella’s eerie expression returned to a small smile.
Cianna interpreted it as a positive sign, and she unknowingly tried to imitate her smile.
Until Isabella slapped her on the cheek again.
Siana’s body staggered. Isabella’s words came slowly as the hot sensation spread across her cheeks again.
“… Still don’t know?”
Shiana hurriedly replied again.
“Scratch your hands, wrists, wrists, please, no more hitting-“
Isabella didn’t let go of her hand and continued to slap her on the cheek. Siana’s ears were devoured by the continuous ringing. The stinging pain on her cheeks, like setting fire to it, was palpable, but in contrast, Shiana’s reason was gradually paralyzed.
Her stabbing went on and on, until Sianna’s eyes, which seemed to be dry, began to well with tears, and she could no longer think properly, until the words that she was wrong came out of her mouth.
“Good luck… , Well, wrong…”
Isabella looked down at her Cianna. She saw Cianna curling herself up into a ball, with red handprints on her cheeks and eyes full of nothing but animal horror.
Isabella untied her hand of her cyanna, reacting as sensitively as her stray cat, her fingernails sticking out were not there today,
“Good morning… Stand… Well… Pond…”
She could see Cianna glancing at her with a pronounced tone that was unclear whether her cheeks were swollen from her knives, or if she had even chewed her tongue.
“You still don’t know what you did wrong?”
Sianna’s mouth opened and closed again, losing her way.
Wrong? My fault…
I don’t know. What’s my fault?
Is it such a big mistake that God abandoned me, so I abandoned God too?
Is it such a big mistake to be mad at Mason because he couldn’t afford to look at me?
Becky pulled me in first, did I make such a big mistake by intermingling with Becky?
Maybe just being born was a sin.
“… Mo, I don’t know.”
The moment I said that, for some reason, the pain seemed to have lessened a little. Only then did tears flow from the injustice and resentment. But that resentment was no longer directed at Isabella.
“… It’s just, everything, everything, it’s my fault. I was wrong, I was wrong…”
Cianna let go of her everything. She wept before Isabella, swallowing her cries, like the whimpers of her wounded wild beast.
Any more was a bunch.
Since she was once broken and reborn, Ciana’s mental state was like a building on a precariously compacted ground, so she had no choice but to collapse easily in front of Isabella’s continued persistence.
Oddly enough, the more I spoke, the more comfortable I felt. The words she uttered out of desperation and helplessness became truth and settled inside Sianna. The pain in her cheeks dulled, and the headache in her head gradually subsided.
What, was it that easy?
Feeling her despondency, Sianna cried endlessly. As if she was trying to drown her burning pain with her tears.
At that moment, she felt soft hands wrapped around her body.
“Siana. Do you want to know why I am angry?”
It didn’t matter why Isabella was upset. The only thing that matters to Sianna is whether Isabella’s anger is resolved or not.
But Shiana nodded her head over and over again. In the hope that it will help her in dispelling Isabella’s wrath.
“… Because you hurt yourself.”
Isabella’s hand touched her Ciana’s left wrist. There were stains on her white bandages that had already begun to dry.
“You are mine. No one, no one can hurt Even yourself.”
If only Cyana had been a little, a little less damaged. She must have noticed the unusual Isabella.
She is seen displaying a morbid obsession with no mockery as usual, no room for always seeming to have the upper hand.
But Siana doesn’t notice. She only cried as she was grateful that her violence had stopped her.
Isabella knew that she herself had no reason to speak. She was simply because she hurt herself, which is why she was so ridiculous.
Of course, it wasn’t that she usually liked the way Sianna hurt herself. If there was only one blemish on Sianna’s living art-like body, it was her scars.
But she really didn’t have to do this if she was mad at the scratching of her wrists.
It wasn’t until the moment Isabella looked at Cianna, who was perched on her floor, like a bird with her wings snapped, that she couldn’t even think of running away, that she recognized herself.
She realizes that she has an obsession with her Shiana.
From a certain point on, her Sianna’s position compared to the other slaves became a little more special.
She usually did not give her hand to her slaves easily. Even if it is meant to cause pain. When she inflicted violence, she used tools, and her hand-related actions, except in a few cases, were used for gentle action.
It was Isabella’s little rule to treat her own touch as if it were her favor or prize.
In that sense, Shiana was definitely in a different position. She received Isabella’s touch regardless of her reward or punishment. It was partly to blame for her passive and ignorant Shiana’s personality, but in retrospect it was also for her taking a more flexible approach than her other slaves in her relationships with her.
Isabella began to look at Cianna in front of her with slightly different eyes.
Although her first encounter with Cianna was a passage to Mason, she was enjoying her relationship with Isabella as much as she would have to admit to herself. Sometimes she even forgets Mason.
Up until now she hadn’t denied herself that her position with Cianna was growing, but today when she saw her with Jennifer, her sudden outburst of anger made her all sure.
Right now, Isabella was getting “Annoyed” That Ciana was with another woman. Even though the opponent was just a kid.
Isabella looked down at Cianna as she sobbed in her arms. She liked the fact that she was on her own and in her arms. She was like a little bird trapped in a cage, doing what she wanted within the range she wanted without doing anything.
Isabella lost her composure at this moment.
If she had ever wanted to see her cyana assembled to her own taste, caught in her own trap, slowly, she wanted to make her cyanna completely her own as soon as possible.
Isabella whispered in Cianna’s ear as she snuggled in her arms, thinking that she should bring her final plan a little further forward.
“Take it off. Siana.”
Today, she decided to give Sianna her unforgettable mark as she gently untied her hair tie of her Sianna.
