Life In The Limelight : The Depressed Boy Has 4 Yandere Girlfriends-Chapter 9: Unchained

The next morning, Holo woke up with a sense of determination. He couldn't shake the memory of Trixie's defeated expression when they had placed the shock collar on her. It gnawed at him, a constant reminder that she had been dehumanized, reduced to something less than a person. And while Holo knew the collar was meant to keep everyone safe, it still felt wrong to him. If Trixie truly trusted him—and if he truly cared about her—he couldn't let her stay locked up like a caged animal.

After breakfast, Holo marched straight to the head scientist's office, where he found the man reviewing a stack of documents. Mr. Grave was there as well, leaning against the desk with his usual smirk. They both looked up as Holo entered, his expression resolute.

"What is it this time, kid?" Grave asked, his tone laced with mild amusement.

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"I want Trixie to be allowed out of her cell," Holo said firmly. "She has the shock collar now, so there's no reason for her to stay locked up all the time. She deserves to have some freedom."

The scientist adjusted his glasses, his expression unreadable. "Trixie is dangerous. You've seen that firsthand. The shock collar is a precaution, but it's not foolproof. Letting her out would be a significant risk."

"She's not dangerous when she's with me," Holo argued. "You've seen the reports. She's calm when I'm around. She listens to me. Isn't that the whole point of this program—to help these girls become more stable?"

Grave crossed his arms, his smirk fading. "It's not that simple, Holo. One slip-up, and she could hurt someone—or worse."

"She won't," Holo said, his voice steady. "I know she won't. She just needs someone to believe in her."

The scientist exchanged a glance with Grave, his expression skeptical. "Even if we wanted to consider this, there's no guarantee that Trixie would cooperate. She's volatile, unpredictable."

"Let me prove you wrong," Holo said. "I'll take full responsibility for her. If anything goes wrong, it's on me."

The scientist frowned, clearly unconvinced. "This isn't a decision we can make lightly."

Holo clenched his fists, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "I'm not asking you to let her roam free. I'm just asking you to give her a chance—to give us a chance. I've spent weeks building trust with her, and I know she's capable of more than you think."

Grave sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You're not going to drop this, are you?"

"No," Holo said firmly. "Because I care about her. And if you don't let her out, then what's the point of this program? You're not helping her by keeping her locked up—you're just making things worse."

For days, Holo continued to press the issue. He met with the scientist and Grave every chance he got, repeating his argument and refusing to back down. The more they resisted, the more determined he became. He knew he was walking a fine line, but he didn't care. Trixie deserved better, and he wasn't going to stop until they saw that.

Unbeknownst to him, Trixie could hear everything. Her cell wasn't far from the offices, and though the walls were thick, she could still make out the muffled sound of Holo's voice as he argued on her behalf. At first, she thought she was imagining it, but as the days went on, it became clear that he was fighting for her—and not just in a superficial way. He was putting himself on the line, risking his own standing in the program to make sure she was treated fairly.

The realization hit her like a wave. No one had ever fought for her like this before. No one had ever cared enough to stand up for her, to push back against the people who controlled her life. It was overwhelming, and for the first time in years, Trixie felt something she hadn't thought possible: hope.

Finally, after nearly a week of relentless arguments, the head scientist called Holo back into his office. Grave was there as well, his expression unusually serious.

"We've made a decision," the scientist said, his tone measured. "We're willing to allow Trixie limited freedom—but only under very specific conditions."

Holo leaned forward, his heart pounding. "What conditions?"

"She'll only be allowed out of her cell while the shock collar is active," the scientist explained. "And you must be with her at all times. If she shows any signs of aggression, the collar will be activated immediately, and she'll be returned to her cell. Is that clear?"

Holo nodded without hesitation. "That's fine. I'll take responsibility for her."

Grave raised an eyebrow. "You've got guts, kid. I'll give you that."

The scientist sighed, rubbing his temples. "This is a trial run. If it doesn't work, we won't hesitate to revoke her privileges. Do you understand?"

"I understand," Holo said, his voice steady.

Later that day, Holo was escorted to Trixie's cell to deliver the news. When he stepped inside, she looked up at him, her expression cautious but curious.

"What's going on?" she asked.

Holo smiled, his excitement barely contained. "I convinced them to let you out."

Her eyes widened, disbelief flickering across her face. "What?"

"You're not going to be stuck in here anymore," he said. "You can walk around the facility—as long as I'm with you."

For a moment, Trixie just stared at him, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Then she stood up, a wide grin spreading across her face. "You really did that for me?"

"Of course," Holo said. "You deserve it."

Trixie's grin turned softer, and she stepped closer to him, her gaze intense. "You're amazing, you know that?"

Holo felt his cheeks flush, but before he could respond, Trixie threw her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "You don't know how much this means to me."

He hugged her back, a mix of relief and happiness flooding through him. "You're welcome, Trixie."

As they left the cell together, Trixie looked around the hallway with wide-eyed curiosity, marveling at the freedom she had been granted. The guards followed at a distance, their hands on their weapons as a precaution, but Trixie didn't seem to notice. She stayed close to Holo's side, her excitement bubbling over as she took in her surroundings.

For the first time in what felt like forever, Trixie wasn't a prisoner. And though the shock collar was a constant reminder of her limits, she didn't care. She was free—at least, in her own way—and it was all thanks to Holo.