👀EVIL’S EYES👀
(Bu🔥n For Me, Little Flower)
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Book 1 in the Mindbreak Series.💀
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By, Debby Gold 🩵
EPISODE 17&18
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“Where’s she, crazy bastard?!” Caspian roared angrily.
“None of your damn business,” Oliver said quietly.
Caspian’s eyes darkened, turning a frightening shade of red, and his hand drove forward.
“Cas!” Charlotte’s voice cut in from behind just before Caspian’s fist could connect with Oliver.
Caspian’s breath turned rigid, sharp. Oliver’s calmness only fed his rage. He moved to strike again, but Charlotte grabbed his arm, yanking him back.
Oliver merely dusted his shirt with his bloodied hand, as if wiping away something filthy.
Then he reached down and grabbed Indigo’s hair.
“I’ll take this with me,” he muttered coldly, dragging her along as he walked out, her blood trailing behind like a dark path.
Both Caspian and Charlotte stood frozen, watching him leave.
“Oliver can’t be cured anymore,” Charlotte muttered under her breath.
Caspian jerked away from her grip. “Why did you stop me?!”
“You should thank me. I just saved you from dying today,” Charlotte replied.
“Hey, bitch! Your friend is with him!” Caspian snapped.
“I know. I overheard everything you two were saying,” Charlotte said.
“That bastard might harm her. You should have let me destroy his face!” Caspian growled.
“And you think that would solve anything? Don’t be a fool, Caspian. Oliver wouldn’t have spared you if you touched him. That bastard is a psycho,” Charlotte shot back.
Caspian scoffed. “I’m stronger than him.”
“That was before—not now. Get that into your head!” Charlotte cut in.
In a flash, Caspian grabbed her neck, his grip cold and merciless, but she shoved him away.
“Don’t take your anger out on me. You caused all of this. If you had helped me sneak Annabelle out, none of this would have happened.”
“She’s nobody to me. Why should I help?” Caspian glared.
Charlotte nodded slowly. “Oh, really?” she mocked. “Then why are you so worked up?”
Caspian’s gaze dropped to his bruised, broken fists, and Charlotte smirked.
“Speechless?” she asked.
Caspian glared at her one last time before storming off.
Charlotte looked around at the mess on the floor—Indigo’s blood… and a shattered eyeball.
She exhaled shakily, running a hand through her hair.
Why did Oliver kill Indigo so cruelly?
And her real worry now—where had Oliver taken Annabelle?
She turned and left.
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[Days Later]
News of Indigo’s death had spread through the clan like wildfire, but just as quickly, it died down.
Now, except for Blake and Kian, no one knew why Oliver killed her or what she had done—not even Caspian or Charlotte.
Charlotte walked into Oliver’s suite, silently relieved he had finally allowed her in.
She found him in the living room, focused on sketching a bullet.
“You finally let me in?” Charlotte muttered.
Oliver said nothing.
“Aren’t you going to tell me where you’ve hidden my friend? Is she alive or not?” she pressed, her voice tight with anger.
No response.
“I’m talking to you, Oliver!” she thundered.
Oliver exhaled slowly and looked up at her.
“Where’s Annabelle?” she demanded.
“Who’s that?” Oliver replied flatly.
Charlotte blinked, stunned. “Huh?”
Oliver gave a small, almost innocent shrug.
“I’m talking about my friend, you beast!” Charlotte snapped.
“Oh,” Oliver mouthed, nodding as if realization had just dawned.
“Where is she?” Charlotte asked again, forcing calm into her voice.
Oliver dropped his sketch and leaned back against the couch, crossing his legs lazily.
“Go to that bitch I buried days ago and ask her about your friend. She knows the answer… and where she is,” he said.
“Indigo?” Charlotte blinked again.
Oliver nodded. “That one.”
“You’ve finally lost it, Oliver,” Charlotte muttered under her breath.
Frustration exploded inside her. She began knocking things over, smashing whatever her hands could reach.
“I’ll kill you if you touch my friend, Oliver!”
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Nora’s eyes were swollen red as she sat beside Indigo’s frame, crying endlessly.
She wished Oliver hadn’t ordered Indigo’s body to be burned and her ashes thrown away. At least then, she would have had a grave to mourn at.
She and Indigo had been together since she was brought here. Indigo had always stood by her—always.
How could Oliver be so heartless?
Nora clenched her fists. She wished she could face him… make him pay.
She hadn’t been told the truth, but she was certain—
Oliver did this because of the girl Indigo killed.
Maybe they both deserved death…
But if that girl—the one who caused her to lose her only family—was still alive somewhere…
Then she would avenge Indigo no matter what.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you, Indigo,” she sobbed, hugging the frame tightly.
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[Don Ghost’s Suite]
[Bedroom]
Elizabeth was busy putting away laundry when the door burst open. Her heart jumped as Charlotte stormed in.
“Charlotte—”
“Mom, I can’t take this anymore! Oliver has gone insane!” Charlotte shouted.
Elizabeth swallowed, setting the shirt aside as she moved closer.
“Calm down—”
“No, Mom. I can’t. Talk some sense into your bastard son!” Charlotte snapped.
Elizabeth held her arms gently. “Take a deep breath… breathe… calm down first.”
“Please,” she urged.
Charlotte hesitated, then slowly obeyed.
Elizabeth cupped her face. “I’ll talk to him. Just calm down, okay?”
“Mom, you need to be fast. I don’t care if he kills me—but I won’t spare him if anything happens to my friend. I promise,” Charlotte said coldly.
“Which friend?”
The voice came from behind them—deep, dark, powerful.
They froze.
Slowly, they turned…
Don Ghost.
A short, heavy old man with dark eyes and white hair, dressed in a red coat, his black walking stick gripped tightly in his hand.
A tall, slim man stood beside him—silent, piercing, like a shadow at his side.
Elizabeth and Charlotte exchanged a glance, swallowing hard.
“My Lord…” Elizabeth stuttered.
“Father—”
Charlotte’s words were cut short as the walking stick struck her across the mouth, sending her crashing to the floor.
Blood spilled instantly from her lips.
Elizabeth’s breath hitched.
Don Ghost’s shadow, Alex, bowed silently.
Charlotte’s fists clenched. She didn’t dare touch her bleeding mouth.
“Don Ghost,” she corrected herself quietly.
“Who’s the friend you two were talking about?” he asked.
Charlotte swallowed.
Elizabeth’s fingers trembled.
Their next words would determine their fate…
Not just them…
But also…
Annabelle’s—wherever she was.
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[On the other hand]
Annabelle stirred—not from sleep, not from death, but from something far darker.
Her head felt… empty. Completely empty.
Her body was weak. Her breathing shallow.
She couldn’t understand what she was feeling—or why.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, something was wrapped tightly around her face.
A bandage.
Why?
She didn’t know.
She forced herself to sit up, her body trembling with the effort.
Her hands moved shakily to her face, beginning to unwrap it.
Layer after layer… it felt endless.
Finally, she tore it off and looked around.
Oliver’s room?
How…?
She tried to remember, but everything was blurred.
A sharp headache struck, and she clutched her head, then the memories came.
Indigo. The bullets. The forest. Oliver. The coffin. Her struggle to stay calm. Not to panic.
Everything crashed into her at once—stronger than before. Her body broke into sweat, trembling violently.
She had been seeing monsters before but nothing compared to this cruel world.
Maybe she shouldn’t have survived, but something in her had refused to die.
Her vision blurred.
And then—
She looked at the mirror.
She froze, completely.
Time seemed to freeze too.
Silence swallowed everything.
Her eyes widened, almost tearing out of their sockets.
Her face?
Gone.
In its place was someone else.
A completely different face.
Someone new.
What….?
The thought never finished.
The door opened slowly, and deliberately.
She couldn’t look away from the mirror, but the cold shadow creeping in told her everything.
The monster.
Oliver.
“What do you think?” he said softly. “You look much better now… to be rebuilt by me. Only your memory should be gone… and you will become my first creation, little flower.” he paused.
Her entire body locked.
“I was going to erase everything,” he continued. “Your memories… your fear… your past.”
His voice dropped even lower.
“But I changed my mind.”
“I won’t allow even a fragment of my memory to leave your soul.”
Annabelle stopped breathing.
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