👀EVIL’S EYES 👀
(Bu🔥n For Me, Little Flower)
By, Debby Gold 🩵
EPISODE 5&6
Caspian lifted Annabelle’s face gently, trying to see who she really was, but he didn’t recognize her at all.
Who is she?
A thief?
A spy?
But she had luggage with her. That meant she didn’t sneak in. She must have come under someone’s request.
But whose?
His eyes narrowed slightly.
He bent down and lifted her into his arms in a bridal style, ready to take her away—
But Oliver showed up.
Caspian stopped instantly.
The air shifted.
That silent enemy tension filled the space between them. Thick. Heavy.
They never spoke to each other anyway. Not unless trouble was already breathing down their necks.
Oliver stood there, hands tucked inside his pockets, radiating quiet authority like he owned the ground beneath them.
Caspian’s gaze flickered from Oliver to the direction he had come from.
That was the same way the girl in his arms came from.
So.
Oliver brought her here.
His jaw tightened.
“What’s he(Oliver) up to this time around?”
Without another word, Caspian dropped Annabelle back onto the floor — not gently, but not cruelly either.
Their eyes met briefly. Sharp. Cold. Unspoken hostility passing between them.
Then Caspian walked away without saying a single word.
Oliver’s gaze slowly lowered to Annabelle lying on the floor.
★
[Caspian’s Suite]
[Living Room]
“Caspian? Where have you been?” Indigo — one of the gang members — asked the moment he stepped inside.
Caspian paused and slowly arched a brow at her.
“Are you here to do your job” he asked coldly, “or should I throw you out myself?”
Indigo frowned, hurt flickering across her face. “But… I’m your girlfriend—”
She never finished.
And in a flash, Caspian closed the distance between them, he grabbed her by the neck, and slammed her against the wall, behind.
Her breath hitched.
His eyes darkened — no warmth, no hesitation.
And in that second, she knew.
She had destroyed herself with her own words.
“Repeat that” he said quietly, tightening his grip just enough to make her struggle, “And I’ll make you regret ever saying it.”
His voice lowered, dangerous and firm.
“Trust me. I’m Caspian.” He added with a psychopath smile.
Indigo clawed at his wrist, her lungs burning as panic set in. She tried to speak but only broken gasps escaped.
After a few suffocating seconds, he released her roughly, and she nearly collapsed.
She coughed hard, dragging air into her starving lungs.
“Caspian…” she whispered hoarsely.
“Get out” he said flatly, already turning his back on her. “We’re done.”
Her eyes widened in disbelief.
She rushed after him, desperation replacing pride.
“Please, Caspian! It was a slip of the tongue. I didn’t mean it!”
But he didn’t stop walking.
★
[Next Morning~9am]
[Charlotte’s Suite~Bedroom]
Charlotte had searched everywhere for Annabelle since yesterday, and she couldn’t find her.
She was so worried that she couldn’t even think straight.
She had told her mother, but her mother warned her not to announce it yet. They needed to search quietly.
Because if Ghost and his son found out, things would get out of hand.
She had been calling Annabelle’s phone nonstop, but there was no answer.
Charlotte raked her fingers through her hair in frustration and dropped her phone on the bed after another unanswered call.
“Where are you, Anna?” she sighed helplessly.
The door opened behind her.
She turned and saw one of the members — her close friend, Novella.
“Hi, babe” Novella said casually, flopping flat onto the bed.
Charlotte only sighed and sat down heavily.
Novella sat up immediately when she noticed how worried she looked.
“What happened?” she asked.
Charlotte shook her head.
Novella narrowed her eyes. “Spit it out, babe. I know something’s going on in that head of yours.”
Charlotte finally faced her properly.
“I made a big mistake, Vella” she admitted.
“Mistake?” Novella blinked. “Last night’s mission went smoothly. There was no mistake.”
“It’s not about the mission” Charlotte said quickly. “It’s about my college friend — the one I told you about.”
Novella straightened. “What happened to her?”
Charlotte took a deep breath and explained everything in detail.
Novella’s eyes widened.
“What?!” she exclaimed.
“Yes.” Charlotte bit her lip anxiously.
“You brought her here? Out of all places?” Novella couldn’t believe it.
“That’s not important right now” Charlotte snapped nervously. “What matters is finding her and sending her back safely.”
Novella hesitated. “That’s if she hasn’t accidentally met Master O. I heard from Blake that he was in the garden around that time.”
Charlotte’s eyes widened in horror. “What if Oliver has done something to her?”
She swallowed hard.
“Then it’s the poor girl’s fate” Novella said flatly, as if it were nothing serious. “Your brother loves blood anyway.”
Charlotte didn’t wait another second. She rushed out of the room.
Novella scoffed once she was gone.
“What’s so special about that holy babe?” she muttered before lying back down peacefully.
★
[Oliver’s Suite]
Charlotte reached Oliver’s suite and ran into his right-hand man, Blake, at the door.
Blake stepped in front of her, blocking her way as she tried to enter.
Charlotte arched a brow at him, but Blake didn’t move an inch.
“Get out of my way” she thundered.
Blake remained firm.
“Master O has forbidden anyone from entering his suite. You’re aware of that, Princess” he said calmly, locking his cold eyes with hers.
Charlotte’s fists clenched tightly.
This was the exact reason she was never on good terms with Oliver.
“Where is he?” she snapped. “My friend’s life is in danger, you bastard!”
“I don’t know where Master is” Blake replied simply.
Charlotte dragged her hands roughly through her hair.
“You’re gonna send my message to him” she warned darkly. “If any harm comes to my friend, I’ll make sure he regrets it dearly. That’s a promise. And I’m not afraid of dying at his hands”
With that, she stormed off.
Meanwhile, Oliver had been watching the entire scene from his balcony.
He stood there smoking, his eyes red, the smoke escaping in heavy streams from both his mouth and nose.
Blake glanced up at him, and he quietly walking away.
Blake sighed.
“What is he planning to do with that girl, now?”
★
[Oliver’s Bedroom]
Annabelle smiled faintly and exhaled, letting the cool air of the room wash over her skin. The silence. The calm. The chilling luxury of it all.
God… she wished this could be her room forever.
She wanted it all to herself — the peace, the coolness, the quiet. She loved it. It felt safe. It felt untouched. It felt like something she could finally own.
She was still drifting in that fragile daydream when reality struck.
Her eyes snapped open.
Is…she… still alive?
Not dead yet?
Her gaze flickered nervously to the corner of the room.
This room… who brought her here? A black room?
Oh no.
That monster did.
She swallowed.
She’s a dead rat.
Annabelle sat upright. She had to run. Now.
But her palms pressed into the mattress — and she froze.
The bed.
It was too soft. Too perfect. It swallowed her hands like silk. She didn’t want to leave. She wanted it.
She wanted to sink into it forever. It was so füç?ing soft — softer than anything she had ever touched in her entire life.
She had never seen a bed like this since she was born.
Her lips formed a small, childish pout. “Whoa!!”
Then Oliver’s face flashed in her mind.
And all the bad things she had said about him.
Oh God.
She’s dead again.
Her heart began to race violently, nerves wrapping around her ribs like chains.
The soft bed… she would have to abandon it.
What a tragic goodbye.
She forced herself off it.
At the side of the room, she noticed her luggage neatly placed there — waiting.
She blinked.
Is this weird psycho insane for real? Did he plan to bury her with her luggage?
Whatever.
Thank goodness it was here. She could escape properly.
She grabbed her bag, hurried to the door, and stepped out.
And then—
What the hell?
She had no idea where the exit was.
Her throat tightened as she glanced around the unfamiliar space. Calm down. Think.
Then she spotted a hallway.
Yes. That must be it.
She rushed.
After fumbling and nearly losing her breath trying to find her way back, she finally reached the living room.
And there it was.
The door.
Freedom stood right in front of her.
A mischievous smile curved her lips. She even licked them slightly.
She was going to escape. For sure.
She took a step—
And a figure emerged from the kitchen.
Her entire body froze.
As she caught glimpse of him.
He was shirtless.
The tattoos covered nearly every inch of his skin, dark ink wrapping around him like armor. There was barely any untouched skin left. Low trousers hung on his hips. A cigarette burned between his fingers while his other hand rested lazily inside his pocket.
He looked calm.
Too calm.
He inhaled slowly.
Like a real psycho.
Oh füç?. Her hand left her luggage.
Her eyes widened. She stumbled backward and fell onto her butt, her mouth parting in horror.
Goodness.
This man was God-sent death.
Her breath lodged in her throat. It dried instantly. Her entire body trembled.
His eyes locked onto hers.
Cold. Piercing.
Smoke filled the room as he began walking toward her.
She started crawling backward, fear clawing through her veins.
He kept coming.
She shook her head frantically.
“Don’t… don’t come closer…” she stuttered, sweat gathering at her temples as she continued retreating.
He didn’t stop.
Not even slightly.
Her back hit the couch.
Her heart felt like it stopped beating.
A bead of sweat slid down her cheek. She was frozen.
Her eyes tracked him as he crouched down in front of her. Their gazes locked.
The smoke drifted into her lungs, making her cough weakly as she struggled for air.
She trembled under him.
His face remained unreadable. Calm. Controlled.
“Pl… please… don’t hurt me?” she whispered, tears threatening to spill, her voice shaking violently.
No reaction.
His free hand reached out and slid into her hair.
Annabelle trembled harder.
“Please…”
“Shhh.”
He pressed a finger gently against her trembling lips.
She went still.
“Didn’t you say you’re my enemy?” he murmured darkly, his voice low and steady. “And I love keeping my enemies close to me.”
His eyes hardened.
“So you’re mine now.”
The words left no space for argument. No room for escape.
But instead of Fighting back..
Annabelle burst into tears like a helpless child.
For the first time, something flickered across Oliver’s face.
Annoyance.
He looked at her like he might actually strangle her to death.
“I füç?ing said you’re mine, crazy girl!” he snapped, anger breaking through his calm.
Annabelle’s eyes widened at the realization.
Mine?
Not dead.
Not free.
But His?…
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