The "Honest" Beta Deceived Day and Night by a Twisted Obsessive - Chapter 30

“Don’t reject me, or I’ll lose my mind.”

When Duan Huaijing next opened his eyes, he was met with unfamiliar decor. He instinctively tried to sit up, but a sharp, metallic jingle caught his attention. He shifted his legs, only to find a pair of shackles bound to his ankles. Every movement he made sent a rhythmic clinking through the room.

What is going on?

He looked around. The room was decorated in a lavish, romantic style; a magnificent chandelier hung from the ceiling, its light brilliant and dizzying. There were green plants by the window, though their presence felt secondary to the unsettling fact that the windows had been artificially sealed shut.

Duan Huaijing remembered being with “The Eye” just before he lost consciousness. He had told him the contract was over, and then. what happened next?

“You’re awake.”

Footsteps echoed from outside. Duan Huaijing’s nerves wound tight like a spring. He gripped the bedsheets, his fingers white-knuckled, and snapped his gaze toward the door.

The door opened to reveal a pair of long, straight legs clad in black trousers. Looking up, his heart sank, the man was wearing that familiar mask. The intruder stood there, silently allowing Duan Huaijing to scrutinise him.

“I knew it was you!” Duan Huaijing’s voice shook with emotion. He couldn’t imagine anyone else being this depraved. He lifted his shackled feet. “Unlock these.”

The Eye tilted his head as if in deep thought. “Isn’t it nice to stay by my side?” he asked, his voice airy and light.

Duan Huaijing was staggered, as if meeting him for the first time. “Do you have any idea what you’re saying?”

Though the man’s voice was digitally altered, his delight was unmistakable; his internal thoughts were laid bare without a shred of restraint. Duan Huaijing felt a gaze so heavy it was as if he were being physically touched, a look of greed and fervour that made his skin crawl. He shifted uncomfortably, and the sound of the chains exploded in his ears.

The Eye watched Duan Huaijing’s stiff posture and remarked, “I loathe the way others look at you. Every time I see it, I want to gouge their eyes out.”

“Why do you talk to them?”

“Why do you smile at them?”

“Why can’t I be the only thing in your eyes?”

Duan Huaijing realized the man was beyond help. He glared at him, hissing, “You’re sick! Utterly deranged! Do you realize this is illegal?”

The Eye was indifferent. “That’s why I’ve tied you up. Only I can look at you. This way, I’m the only thing your eyes can see.”

Duan Huaijing stared at him for a few seconds. Realising the man truly believed his own logic, he felt the exhaustion of a man punching a cloud of cotton. He turned his head away in fury. There was no point talking to a lunatic.

After a few moments, The Eye walked over to him. Duan Huaijing, filled with a resentment he couldn’t physically vent through combat, tried to kick him to let off steam. “You’re disgusting!”

Before his foot could connect, The Eye caught his ankle. The metal of the shackles clinked suggestively against their skin. The man’s gaze travelled slowly from Duan Huaijing’s legs up to his face.

Duan Huaijing tried to yank his leg back but failed. Anger flared in his brow, but because his features were naturally melancholic and delicate, his fury only made him look more like someone to be bullied.

“Don’t make me hate you,” he warned.

The Eye leaned down and pressed a kiss to his ankle. No one had ever kissed him there. The unfamiliar warmth sent a sensitive shiver through his body. The Eye’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes unwilling to tear themselves away from the pale, slender ankle. “It doesn’t matter. It’s enough that I love you.”

Love and hate were both extreme emotions. To The Eye, Duan Huaijing saying he hated him was no different from being told he was the “only one.”

Ignoring the struggles, The Eye proceeded to put shoes on Duan Huaijing’s feet with a near-reverent devotion. He then unlocked the shackles and carried him downstairs.

On the dining table below was a simple but beautifully prepared meal: four dishes and a soup. As Duan Huaijing was placed into a chair, he scanned the room. Aside from himself and The Eye, there were two others a chef and a housekeeper, judging by their clothes. They stood off to the side, eyes fixed firmly on the floor.

The Eye acted as if they were alone, placing food into Duan Huaijing’s bowl. “I remember you liked this.”

Duan Huaijing did like it, but no one has an appetite when they’re being held captive by someone they despise. He ignored the man out of spite. He knew The Eye cared for him and wouldn’t want him to go hungry. To hurt the man, he had to learn to point the knife at himself; only then would The Eye listen.

He sensed the gaze beside him suddenly turn cold. The Eye narrowed his eyes, staring at him for a long beat, before suddenly grabbing his chin and forcing his head around. “Are we not going to be a good boy?”

His tone turned obsessive. “I really want to put a collar on you. Then, with one tug, you’d have no choice but to look at me.”

Duan Huaijing’s eyes welled with tears from the force of the grip. “Let me go!”

The Eye’s voice faltered with a hint of panic. He cupped Duan Huaijing’s face, wiping away the tears with his fingers. “Promise me. Promise me, all right?”

Duan Huaijing was in too much pain to care what he was agreeing to; his survival instinct made him nod. Immediately, The Eye brightened like a child who had been given a sweet. He fed a morsel of food to Duan Huaijing. “Eat.”

Released, Duan Huaijing instinctively touched his chin. It was tender to the touch; The Eye hadn’t held back his strength at all. Knowing there was no reasoning with a madman, he decided on a different tactic.

After eating a few bites, he asked as naturally as he could, “What will it take for you to let me go?”

The hand holding the chopsticks paused. A familiar, stifled chuckle escaped the man’s throat. “Try this one.”

Duan Huaijing didn’t want the subject changed. He quickly swallowed the food and asked again, “Do you want money?”

The Eye acted as if he hadn’t heard, continuing to serve him. “Eat first.”

Being ignored was infuriating. “How can I get out of here?” he snapped, finally losing his patience.

The word “out” seemed to trigger something. The air turned stagnant for a few seconds. The Eye looked up, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. “Out? Where would you go?”

“I have my own life,” Duan Huaijing replied.

“I can give you the life you want.”

For the first time, Duan Huaijing truly understood the depth of the man’s monomania. He had barely uttered the word “No…” when the world suddenly went black.

A wave of terror crashed over him. Being with a lunatic was fraught with danger. He instinctively reached for his eyes, but The Eye caught his hands.

“If your eyes can’t focus on me alone, then there’s no need for them,” the man said. “And if your mouth says things I don’t want to hear next time.”

He left the sentence hanging. A shiver raced down Duan Huaijing’s spine, a primal fear crawling from his tailbone to the back of his head. His mind went blank. He felt as though a scorching gaze was fixed on his lips. He fought the urge to flinch as the man continued leisurely, “You wouldn’t want to spend the rest of your life as a mute, would you?”

A mute… for the rest of my life?

Duan Huaijing sat there, frozen with horror. The Eye watched his expression with great interest, resting his wrist on Duan Huaijing’s shoulder while his fingers wandered lazily over his cheeks and lips. His voice was as soft as a ghost’s.

“A babe who can’t see and can’t speak would be even more dependent on me, wouldn’t he?”

“Imagine how cute you’d look, wanting to speak but unable to, getting so frustrated you cry, having no choice but to look to me for help.”

No, it’s not like that.

Duan Huaijing wanted to argue, to push him away, but he found he couldn’t open his mouth, as if he had already become that voiceless mute.

“Just like this. Every time you try to speak, you’ll think of the person who made you this way. If you can’t speak for a lifetime, you’ll never forget me for a lifetime.”

The Eye leaned in, whispering like a lover: “You call me disgusting. but what does that make the person you’ll be stuck with for the rest of your life?”

Duan Huaijing felt sick. He parted his lips, desperate to make a sound to prove he wasn’t broken, but with his sight gone, his other senses were heightened. The man’s words pierced his heart, articulating his deepest fears.

“So, babe,” he heard the man say. “Will you be a good boy?”

Duan Huaijing had never felt such profound regret. He regretted ever crossing paths with this psychopath. If he could go back, he wouldn’t have signed that contract even if he were starving.

*****

The Eye carried him back to the second floor, placing him on the bed as if he were a porcelain doll. As soon as he touched the mattress, he felt the shackles return to his ankles. Without his sight, the “click” of the lock was deafening. He felt The Eye’s fingers graze his skin as he withdrew.

Duan Huaijing couldn’t help but shudder. He turned his back, lying on his side to hide his face.

“I’ll be in the next room. Call me if you need anything,” The Eye said.

In the darkness, Duan Huaijing felt entirely exposed. He instinctively wanted to turn around at those words, but forced himself to stay still. The Eye left, closing the door softly behind him.

The moment he was gone, Duan Huaijing tore the blindfold from his eyes. He scanned the room; it was perfectly sealed. There was no way out.

Overcoming his fear of the dark, he tested the floor. He lifted his chains to minimize the noise, creeping toward the door and peering through the crack. He knew he couldn’t get out right away; his priority was finding a phone. His own would surely be with The Eye, so he had to find the housekeeper’s or the chef’s.

He walked barefoot to stay silent, observing the layout. The house was strange—it seemed to have been heavily modified. Everything that connected to the outside world was blocked off. It was like living in a vacuum-sealed box.

Here, day and night were indistinguishable. One might manage for a day or two based on a biological clock, but stay too long, and one’s sense of time would erode until they became little more than a bird in a cage, incapable of independent thought.

He wouldn’t let that happen. He had to find a way to contact the outside and escape.

However, his sense of direction was poor. He couldn’t tell if the place was massive or if he was simply walking in circles. Dragging the shackles while trying to remain silent was exhausting, and the mental strain of listening for the slightest sound was pushing him to his limit.

He backed up, intending to lean against the wall for a rest. One step, two… his back hit something warm a patch of living skin that felt as if it had been waiting for him to fall into its trap.

Duan Huaijing gasped. Before he could turn, a familiar scent filled his nose. The world went black again as someone reopened his eyes.

In this villa, who else could it be?

Duan Huaijing’s heart leapt into his throat. He swallowed hard, the silence around him so heavy it was deafening. Remembering his promise to “be good” earlier that day, he felt a wave of dread. What would the man do to him now that he’d been caught? Would he gouge his eyes, or…

His fingers trembled as they touched the blindfold. The fabric felt familiar—like a silk tie.

“Are you looking for a phone?”

The Eye was perceptive; he had guessed the reason immediately. Duan Huaijing felt a phantom sensation or perhaps it was real of a phone being waved in front of his face.

“Want to make a call?”

Duan Huaijing swallowed, his mind racing for an excuse. He knew the man’s mental state was fragile; lying was his only option.

“Open your hand.”

Duan Huaijing obeyed, reaching out tentatively. He felt a cold, solid object placed in his palm. He felt it for a few seconds—it was his phone. But there was no joy in holding it; The Eye’s moods were too erratic. What did this mean?

“Pick someone. Anyone. Give them a call.”

Duan Huaijing didn’t understand. “What?”

“Didn’t you want to make a call? Pick a name while blindfolded. If they ask about you or show concern, I’ll let you go immediately.”

Duan Huaijing gripped the phone tight. Very few people cared about him, but he’d been missing from work for days. Surely a colleague or his boss would have tried to reach him? He just had to pick the right person. He knew the layout of his phone by heart.

He used his thumb to unlock it with his print. Every app had a distinct notification sound. He navigated by sound, but the choice of who to call was agonizing.

The Eye offered a “kind” reminder: “Are you sure? You only get one chance.”

Duan Huaijing hesitated. This might be his only hope. He chose a different contact. “Final choice?” The Eye asked.

Duan Huaijing’s fingers curled. He was flying blind. The Eye didn’t miss a single detail of his hesitation. Finally, Duan Huaijing took a deep breath. Better to trust my gut.

With a trembling finger, he pressed ‘dial.’ The ringing tone echoed through the silent hallway, each “beep” sounding like an explosion. After what felt like an eternity, the call was answered.

Duan Huaijing’s heart soared.

“You have the gall to call me? Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me?” Xie Ming’s voice barked through the speaker.

Duan Huaijing had never found Xie Ming’s voice more beautiful. He opened his mouth to cry out that he was being held captive, but he was suddenly hoisted up by the scruff of his neck like a kitten. The tie around his eyes was yanked down and stuffed into his mouth.

He could only let out muffled whimpers.

The Eye was playing by the rules, waiting for the person on the other end to ask that one vital question. Duan Huaijing was pinned, his mouth full of the man’s scent, staring uselessly at the phone.

“Mmph! Mmmph!” He tried to convey a message through his muffled cries.

But Xie Ming was finished with him. “You’re just as annoying as my dead brother. You’d better pray I never see you again, or I’ll kill you myself.”

The line went dead.

Duan Huaijing stopped struggling. He felt hollow. What was I expecting? Did I really think Xie Ming would ask where I was? He must be losing his mind to have entertained such a fantasy. Who cared about him? Who would even notice if he vanished?

A tickle on his neck brought him back to reality. The Eye rested his head against Duan Huaijing’s shoulder, his nose grazing his skin. “It doesn’t matter that they don’t care. It’s enough that I love you.”

His hot breath fanned over the spot where an Omega’s gland would be. Duan Huaijing felt a wave of tingles. The man removed the tie from his mouth, but Duan Huaijing remained silent for a long time.

“Has… has anyone else messaged me these past few days?” he finally asked, his voice raw.

The Eye pressed a series of light kisses to his skin. “It’s not important.”

Duan Huaijing understood. No one had.

He didn’t even remember being carried back to his room. When he looked up, the man was holding a glass of milk. “Drink this and go to sleep.” Duan Huaijing, lost in thought, downed it in one go.

A small white smudge remained on his lip. The Eye’s gaze darkened. Duan Huaijing, feeling the moisture, licked it away.

“Sweet dreams,” the tall figure said, his voice husky with repressed emotion.

Duan Huaijing nodded softly. “Mmh.”

Only after the door closed did Duan Huaijing realize something was wrong. Given The Eye’s usual style, how could he have let him off so easily after he tried to escape? A lack of punishment didn’t fit his patterns.

But before he could follow that train of thought, a heavy drowsiness washed over him. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of his steady breathing.

Duan Huaijing didn’t know that everything he did was being recorded. On the security monitor, Xie Yun watched him fall into a deep sleep before slowly pushing open the bedroom door.

He walked to the bedside, his obsession laid bare. The room was warm; the duvet only covered Duan Huaijing’s stomach, leaving his pale legs exposed like sweet treats waiting to be tasted.

Xie Yun climbed onto the bed, the veins on his arms bulging. His lover was finally in the cage he had so carefully built, lying in his bed, within reach. The mere thought made his soul tremble. He greedily picked up a piece of Duan Huaijing’s clothing and inhaled his scent, his eyes closing in bliss.

His gaze travelled over Duan Huaijing from head to toe.

Babe was naughty today. He needs to be punished.

Unaware, Duan Huaijing rolled over in his sleep, the duvet shifting to reveal a glimpse of what lay beneath. Xie Yun kneaded Duan Huaijing’s foot; it was soft and warm. He played with the skin until it turned a flushed red, like fine jade.

Poor babe. Even in sleep, someone is coveting you.

Xie Yun’s eyes were dark, like a predator deciding where to take the first bite.

Don’t reject me, babe, or I’ll go mad.

I won’t be able to help myself. I’ll keep you here forever, filling you up every night and not letting a single drop escape.

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