👀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 19&20
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“She’s no one,” Charlotte muttered, rising from the floor, her fists clenched.
Elizabeth swallowed hard.
Don Ghost’s brows furrowed.
He stretched out his hand. Charlotte, nervous, picked up the walking stick for him.
CRACK!
Don Ghost struck her across the face, the sound slicing through the air as her body was thrown back. She flew, crashing hard.
THUD!
She groaned in pain as her face slammed into the floor, injured.
Elizabeth froze, her heart heavy, her vision blurring.
“How dare you lie to me?!”
BAM!
The words were followed by a brutal kick from Don Ghost Charlotte slammed against the wall, crashing down onto the floor again.
Elizabeth stopped breathing entirely.
“Argh,” Charlotte whimpered inwardly, her fists clenching helplessly.
She knew she couldn’t escape this nightmare—but she had to save her friend.
She looked up slowly, only to meet another strike across her face from Don Ghost. Blood spilled more freely.
She gasped softly.
Don Ghost kicked her again, and she lay flat on the floor. He pressed his shoe coldly against her chest. She coughed out blood, breathing heavily.
She couldn’t be weak. She’s strong. Any sign of weakness—Don Ghost would disown her… and kill her.
So she remained cold.
Don Ghost smirked, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her.
Then he let go. She almost lost her balance, trembling breath left her mouth, and she bowed slightly.
“Good job. You’re really my daughter,” Don Ghost whispered, satisfied.
Something inside Charlotte twisted—some broken part of her rejoiced at the compliment.
“You can hit me again, Don,” she said, her mouth dripping blood.
“Enough for now,” he muttered, patting her shoulder.
“Just tell me who that friend is… or I’m going to burn you alive myself,” he said, smiling darkly.
Charlotte’s eyes widened.
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[Back In Oliver’s Room]
Oliver stepped closer, and Annabelle hiccupped, retreating backward on the bed.
Oh no… this monster is truly mentally unstable.
By the time Oliver reached her, her back was pressed against the headboard.
Their eyes locked—piercing. Her lips trembled, just like her hands.
Oliver’s hand shot forward, pressing against her head—gentle, soft, as if she were nothing more than an adorable pet.
Her trembling hands gripped her clothes tightly.
“Don’t worry. Don’t be scared. The moment you survived my punishment, you became mine completely. Any harm that comes to you… will go through me first. You’re safe now, little Flower.”
His voice was low, barely a whisper—laced with something dark, something unpredictable.
Annabelle swallowed hard. Despite his words, the fear in her eyes only deepened.
After all that cruelty… now he spoke of protection?
What could be more insane than this?
She slowly turned her head away from him.
His brows lifted.
“You’re my first creation. You don’t dare move away from the hands that created you. Come closer, little Flower,” his voice darkened.
Annabelle couldn’t move. The fear held her in place.
Could she ever escape this madness?
Her vision blurred.
“Don’t do that. I hate it,” Oliver muttered.
She swallowed her tears.
“Come here,” he whispered.
Can something—anything—just happen and take this monster away? She couldn’t take it anymore. Someone… anyone… save her—
“Don’t make me repeat myself. I don’t like it either, little Flower,” Oliver’s voice sliced through her thoughts.
Then she noticed something.
His nails… were beginning to drip blood.
Her eyes widened as she tried to process it.
Her gaze locked onto his fingers.
What… is that? Blood?
“I warned you—”
Oliver’s voice was cut off as the door burst open.
His eyes turned completely dark—void of anything human.
His bloodied fingers curled into fists.
Annabelle swallowed harder, a chill tearing through her body.
“Master O,” Blake’s voice came from behind.
Oliver’s gaze finally left Annabelle as he stood.
Annabelle released a small, shaky breath.
Blake bowed.
He knew it—Oliver was already on edge.
“What were you doing?” Oliver’s voice was flat. Dead.
Blake straightened. “Master Alex is here.”
Oliver didn’t blink.
“He said Don Ghost requested for the girl you’re hiding here… and you.”
Annabelle froze.
Don Ghost?
Why did he want to see her?
Was she about to face death again?
Or… maybe dying this time would be better than living like this.
Oliver said nothing. He simply walked out.
Blake glanced at Annabelle briefly before following.
Annabelle turned to the mirror again.
That new face…
And Oliver’s…
Her trembling worsened.
She couldn’t even cry.
What if that monster saw her?
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Outside, Oliver met Alex at the door, his hands now in his pockets. Alex bowed. Blake stood behind.
“Don requested for you and the girl with you, Master O,” Alex said.
“Go back,” Oliver replied simply.
Alex and Blake blinked.
“Huh?” Alex let out.
“Tell Lucian,” he repeated—the name only he dared to use, Don Ghost’s real name.
“She’s busy. If he wants to meet her, he should walk on his own feet and come here. No one orders her around.”
Silence.
Alex and Blake went still.
“She’s a queen in my place,” Oliver finished lazily.
Alex’s jaw dropped.
And just like that— a man who burned people alive was told to come like a guest.
The unsettling part?
Oliver’s lips curved slightly.
Not anger.
Not defiance.
Something far worse.
Amusement.
Like he had just invited chaos in—
and was curious to see who would survive it.
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