Transmigrated into a Nightmare's Little Drama Queen, and I Keep Getting Exposed

"... Sob, sob 😭, can't we talk this out? 🥺 I... I may have deceived you about my feelings, but my love for you was real! I really did think of all of you as my wings 🪽."

In a dimly lit basement 🌑, the girl once hailed as the "Calamity Witch" was tied to a chair, her mind already broken 💔.

Years ago, Yulia transmigrated into a game's boss. To escape her destined death, she became the ultimate sweet-talking schemer, playing the hero, the saintess, the progenitor of the bloodline, and others like puppets in her hands.

She was addicted to the thrill of watching them vie for her affection and tear into one another, only to then cradle her in the palms of their hands 😏.

She thought of herself as a little heartless schemer 😎.

Little did she know that, as she kept acting, the pretense became real. When she finally fell for them and wanted to call it quits, she suffered an epic backfire 💥.

"Wings? Yulia, your metaphors just keep getting more and more interesting."

The former hero was now gripping her chin. Her eyes no longer held the clear gaze they'd had when they first met, but burned with intense possessiveness 😈:

"Since Yulia loves putting on an act so much, how about we lock you away in this lightless place, where all you'll ever get to watch is us putting on a show?"

Looking at all those eyes that wanted to "eat her up" 👀, Yulia shed tears of regret 😭 (fake):

"So, for old times' sake, and because I really did love you once, could you at least make it quick? 🥺"

"No." 😐