👀EVIL’S EYES 👀
(Bu🔥n For Me, Little Flower)
By, Debby Gold 🩵
EPISODE 13&14
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Hours Later
“Hey!” Kian tapped Blake’s shoulder as she dropped beside him and sat down.
Aside from Kian, Blake didn’t get along with anyone—completely devoted to his boss.
Blake glanced at him, then sighed.
Kian blinked.
“What’s going on? Are you okay? This look of yours… it’s different.”
Blake let out another sigh, shaking his head.
Kian shifted closer. “Don’t tell me it’s nothing. I know you more than anyone. Something is definitely wrong.” He turned fully toward him.
Blake exhaled, lips curling into a sad pout.
Kian gave a crooked smile. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He reached out and pulled her cheeks.
Blake slapped his hands away playfully. “Just guess.”
Kian thought for a moment. “Master O?” He snapped his fingers in realization.
Blake nodded slowly.
Kian sighed. “What is he up to again?”
Blake explained everything that had happened in detail, and Kian’s eyes widened.
“Huh?” he breathed.
“I tried to stop him… but you know him better than I do. He’s too stubborn,” Blake said.
Kian froze. “That bitch did something that bad to someone, and Master O didn’t do anything? He just let her walk free? He even ordered you to bury the corpse?”
Blake yanked at his hair. “Do you know the worst part? We could have still saved her—she was still breathing. But Master O refused! He even watched the whole thing from the very beginning.”
Kian was completely speechless.
“I don’t even understand why… but it’s been bothering me ever since. I can’t breathe properly, Kian.” Blake’s fists clenched tightly.
Kian shook his head slowly. “Oliver is no longer human… he’s a demon,” he murmured.
Blake said nothing.
[Caspian’s GYM]
A deep groan tore from Caspian’s lips as his fist slammed into the punching bag again—for the hundredth time.
Sweat dripped down his body. Veins bulged beneath his skin. His eyes burned a dark, dangerous red, his breathing heavy and uneven.
He couldn’t understand what was happening to him.
Ever since Charlotte told him her friend was missing… something had shifted.
And he hated it.
He hated the guilt clawing at him—the memory of refusing to help Charlotte sneak her out when she begged him yesterday.
Why?
Why did he care?
He was Ghost’s son. Soon, he would be his favorite. He wasn’t supposed to feel guilt.
Another flurry of punches—
The bag burst open.
His knuckles split, raw and bleeding.
He stood there, chest rising and falling in sharp, heavy gasps.
Dragging a hand through his damp hair, he stormed out.
[Caspian’s Suite— Living Room]
Oliver stepped into the living room—only to be met by Indigo.
His gaze darkened instantly.
Her eyes widened at the sight of him.
She rushed toward him,, thinking he was Caspian—but he shoved her away.
“Argh!” she gasped, hitting the floor hard.
Her vision blurred.
“How could you push me when I’m just worried about you, Caspian?”
“Welcome to your punishment,” Oliver said coldly, as if he hadn’t heard a single word she said. His expression turned something far worse—something dangerous.
Indigo swallowed hard but forced herself to stand. “I’m your girlfriend—”
She didn’t finish.
Oliver’s hand shot out, wrapping around her throat.
Tight.
Not enough to kill instantly—just enough to make her fight for every breath.
Her vision blurred again. She dragged his hand, as if she could loosen the grip.
But it tightened more. Lifting her above the floor. Her legs fighting for breath.
Blood slipped from the corner of her lips.
Oliver’s eyes—those terrifying red eyes—held no trace of sanity.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t loosen his grip—
Until her body went still.
Oliver smirked slowly, dark satisfaction curling on his lips as his fingers finally loosened.
Her limp body collapsed to the floor.
Hair scattered across her face.
He crouched beside her, brushing it away gently.
Her eyes were still open.
“How dare you…?” he whispered, almost tenderly, his thumb grazing her cheek.
Then his expression twisted.
“How dare you touch my little flower… bitch?”
Without warning—
His finger drove into her eye.
Slow.
Sharp.
Cold.
Deliberate.
Blood burst out, warm and thick.
He smiled.
Twisting, and pushing deeper—then pulling back.
The eyeball dropped to the floor with a soft, sickening sound.
Blood splattered across his face.
“How dare you touch what’s mine?” he growled, voice low and unhinged.
He tilted his head, watching her lifeless body like it amused him.
“You should be grateful I was still able to save her… or I would’ve made your death far more interesting than this.”
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