The "Honest" Beta Deceived Day and Night by a Twisted Obsessive - Chapter 34

“Shall we go and die together?”

Duan Huaijing was forced to sit on the sofa, his hands cuffed behind his back. He had been held in this immobile position for over half an hour, and his body was beginning to feel like it no longer belonged to him.

“The Eye” was acting out of character. He hadn’t lost his temper, nor had he laid a finger on him; he had simply bound him and gone back to his own business. It was unsettling a deliberate act of neglect designed to make Duan Huaijing reflect on his “mistakes.”

Hours dragged by. Duan Huaijing was exhausted and starving. Every time he began to drift off, the tug of the cuffs on his wrists snapped him awake. Having skipped dinner, he was reaching his breaking point.

Is he really going to leave me locked up like this?

Duan Huaijing swallowed hard, calling out hesitantly, “I’m a bit hungry. Is there any food?”

Since they had returned, The Eye had been sitting at the desk opposite him, buried in paperwork. He didn’t even grant him a glance.

Thinking he hadn’t been heard, Duan Huaijing tried again. “Food”

“There isn’t any,” the man interrupted, his tone curt and final.

“Oh.” Duan Huaijing fell silent, properly rebuffed.

They weren’t far apart; a mere glance from the corner of the eye was enough to catch every micro-expression. Neither spoke again. The only sound in the room was the rhythmic clacking of the keyboard, the cold light of the monitor reflecting off the thin surface of The Eye’s mask.

Before long, nature called. Duan Huaijing kept casting surreptitious glances at The Eye, terrified the man would notice his awkward restlessness. He tried to suppress the urge, his face flushing a deep crimson as he struggled to find the words to ask for help.

The Eye didn’t look his way once a stark contrast to before, when the man’s gaze was glued to him.

Should I say something? But it’s so embarrassing.

He let out a soft cough, hoping to catch the man’s attention and prompt a question. The Eye ignored him completely.

Biting his lip, Duan Huaijing finally spoke up, his voice tight with discomfort. “I need the toilet.”

The Eye looked up then. He stared at him for a few seconds before his gaze flickered toward Duan Huaijing’s trousers. His voice, though distorted, sounded heartless. “Find your own way.”

Duan Huaijing panicked. “You’re the one who tied me up! How am I supposed to go?”

The Eye gave a disinterested nod. “Then don’t go.”

Is this man even human?

Duan Huaijing opened his mouth to protest, but The Eye added nonchalantly, “You’re telling me this because you want me to do something about it. What, exactly?”

He was used to the man being overbearing and intrusive, but this cold, distant rejection was new. Like a sensitive puppy that had been pampered and was now suddenly being shunned, Duan Huaijing felt utterly lost.

Whether he admitted it or not, he had been taking advantage of the man’s affection, knowing The Eye couldn’t bear to see him suffer. Now that the man’s attitude was indecipherable, he felt trapped.

“Could you. take me to the toilet?” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

The Eye was silent for a long moment. Just as Duan Huaijing’s anxiety reached its peak, the man spoke: “I’ll carry you.”

Carry me?

Duan Huaijing’s head snapped up, his eyes wide. This was far beyond what he considered acceptable.

Seeing the blatant shock in his eyes, The Eye didn’t push. He simply said, “If you can’t accept it, then hold it.”

Duan Huaijing went quiet. He held it until he felt he might burst, then, red-faced and desperate, he gave in. “Take me.”

The Eye gave a dispassionate “Mmh,” as if he had expected nothing less.

He unlocked the handcuffs and carried Duan Huaijing into the bathroom, holding him in a way one might hold a small child. They were met by the large mirror in the bathroom. Duan Huaijing flinched at the sight, snapping his head to the side as if he’d seen something repulsive.

The Eye ignored his reaction, bringing him to the toilet and unfastening his trousers. Throughout the entire process, Duan Huaijing buried his face in his arms, too ashamed to look. He was a grown man, being held like this by another man, exposed…

Perhaps because he was too tense, or perhaps because The Eye was simply being provocative, the man’s free hand gave a sharp smack to his backside.

“Relax.”

Duan Huaijing didn’t stay “dead” after that. He whipped his head around to glare, but the look lacked any real bite; his eyes were watery and his face was a portrait of shy, indignant red.

The Eye stared at him, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“Why… why are you looking at me like that?” Duan Huaijing muttered, looking away.

“You have ten seconds,” The Eye said, his voice cold and clinical. He meant it: ten seconds, then they were leaving, whether he was finished or not.

Duan Huaijing cursed him a thousand times in his head. Between the humiliation of the situation and the man’s scorching gaze, he found it impossible to relax.

“Ten.”

What?! He’s actually counting down?

“Nine. Eight.”

The pressure only made things harder. “Don’t do this,” Duan Huaijing pleaded, his voice bordering on a sob.

“Seven,” The Eye countered, heartless.

Finally, a trickle.

Duan Huaijing felt as though his soul had left his body. Once finished, The Eye cleaned him up and carried him back to the sofa. He immediately curled into a ball, pretending to be dead, but his stomach betrayed him with a loud growl.

He clutched his stomach, fuming. If it weren’t for this man, he wouldn’t be tied up, and he wouldn’t have had to endure such a mortifying ordeal. It’s all his fault! How dare he treat me like this!

As he was stewing, a cup of oatmeal appeared before him. “Drink some of this.”

I won’t.

He sat up slowly, trying to look indifferent, but his eyes kept darting toward the cup. He was simply too hungry. He took the cup and began to sip.

The man’s gaze was a physical weight on him. He could feel it tracing his lips and his throat. He put the cup down after a few mouthfuls, frowning. “It tastes. different.”

“Babe, you’re so clever,” The Eye said tonelessly.

Duan Huaijing’s heart skipped a beat.

“I’ve put an aphrodisiac in it.”

What?!

Duan Huaijing nearly hurled the cup onto the table, instinctively leaning over to gag. But The Eye knelt and held his shoulders. Under Duan Huaijing’s hateful gaze, the man picked up the remaining oatmeal and drank it himself. He kept his eyes locked on Duan Huaijing the entire time.

Duan Huaijing’s eyes widened. His hand moved faster than his brain, reaching out to stop him. The Eye seized the opportunity, his large hand cupping the back of Duan Huaijing’s head. He kissed him with an irresistible force, forcing the oatmeal into his mouth.

Duan Huaijing struggled violently, but he was powerless against the man’s grip. Liquid escaped the corners of his mouth. When he was finally released, he gasped for air.

It’s over. It’s all over.

He tried to scramble away. If The Eye was already this predatory without drugs, he would be a monster once they took effect. But his wrist was seized. The cold touch made him shiver, and the grip was iron-clad.

“Where are you going?” The Eye asked, looking up at him.

Duan Huaijing swallowed hard and stayed silent. With a sharp tug, he was pulled back onto the sofa.

He felt fingers brush against the shell of his ear, followed by the tingling sensation of a “cherry” being crushed. His damp collar clung to his skin as fingers traced slow, wet circles over his chest. then pressed down.

“Nnh.” Duan Huaijing’s head fell back involuntarily.

Fingers slid down to his belly, slipping beneath his shirt. He could see the outline of the fingers moving through the thin fabric. He hissed at the coldness of the touch.

“I could go this far,” The Eye whispered, pointing to a spot on Duan Huaijing’s flat stomach. It was a place that bruised if pinched; it certainly wasn’t meant to hold anything. “You’d be able to see the shape of it from the outside, wouldn’t you?”

“My babe would be like a half-full bottle of water. Everywhere you went, you’d slosh. You’d leak all over the floor… unless I plugged the bottle with a stopper.”

He closed his eyes, inhaling Duan Huaijing’s scent with a terrifying devotion.

“A timid office-worker Beta, going to work with a swollen belly… how pathetic.”

Duan Huaijing trembled with every word. It felt as though he was actually there, forced to go to work while full of liquid, his belly heavy.

“Don’t. please don’t,” he begged, shaking his head.

The Eye didn’t answer, continuing his work. A moment later, he held up a soaked piece of fabric, his voice teasing. “It seems my babe likes this after all.”

Duan Huaijing buried his face in the sofa cushions. It was the oatmeal. It had to be the oatmeal.

He didn’t see the dark, restrained lust swirling in the eyes behind the mask. There had been no drug in the oatmeal.

As usual, he didn’t go all the way. Afterward, he held Duan Huaijing’s legs up to apply ointment.

“I will never let you leave me,” he murmured.

Duan Huaijing drifted in and out of consciousness. The ointment was soothing, but the underlying soreness remained. He ignored the man’s monologue. Then, the meaning behind the words hit him.

“What are you going to do to Fang Qing?”

The Eye stopped applying the ointment. His tone was light but heavy with threat. “Are you sure you want to mention another man’s name right now?”

Ignoring the pain, Duan Huaijing said, “He’s innocent. I was the one who made him buy the ticket.”

Fang Qing didn’t come from money; he had worked incredibly hard to get where he was. Duan Huaijing knew that struggle all too well and couldn’t bear to see someone lose everything because of a more powerful man’s whim.

The Eye was silent, resuming the ointment.

“It’s not fair,” Duan Huaijing pressed, grabbing the man’s hand to stop him. “It was my idea.”

The Eye looked up. “But he almost made me lose you.”

“I am not your property!” Duan Huaijing snapped, his voice breaking. Tears began to fall. “There is no ‘losing’ me. And do you honestly think what you’re doing is right?”

The Eye reached out to wipe his tears, but Duan Huaijing shoved his hand away. The man stared at his rejected hand, his gaze darkening.

“You say you love me, yet you deny me my freedom! You lock me in this place and restrict my every move! You kiss me and touch me without my consent, don’t you realize how disgusting that is?”

“You used a contract to leash me for years. Now that it’s over, you’re the one who broke your word. Stalking me, infiltrating my life. you’ve done it all.”

Duan Huaijing’s eyes were bloodshot, his face a mask of stubborn misery. “Am I wrong? Tell me, why shouldn’t I hate you?”

The Eye’s gaze turned icy, then shifted into an uncontrollable, deluded obsession. He seized Duan Huaijing’s hand as if trying to prove a point. “I don’t care if you loathe me or hate me. As long as you stay by my side, nothing else matters.”

One person was a bird desperate to fly; the other was a jailer begging the bird to stay.

Duan Huaijing wiped his eyes and looked away. “That isn’t love. Hate is what this is.” He turned back, hissing the words through his teeth: “I hate you.”

The Eye took his hand and pressed it against his cheek, leaning into it with a desperate, dependent need. “That’s all right,” he whispered. He gave a chillingly misplaced smile. “I hate you, too.”

Despite their words, they looked like a pair of lovers in the throes of passion.

Exhausted by the confrontation, Duan Huaijing fell into a deep sleep the moment his head hit the pillow. But in the middle of the night, he woke up.

He didn’t open his eyes, intending to go back to sleep, until he felt movement beside him. This wasn’t the usual groping. His skin prickled with alarm. He opened a tiny sliver of an eye.

In the shadows, he saw one figure lying down, himself and a taller figure standing over him, holding something.

Duan Huaijing tried to make out the object from the shadows. Suddenly, he heard The Eye whisper, “Babe.”

The word was sweeter than usual, as if the man had savoured it before letting it slip. It made Duan Huaijing’s blood run cold.

He shifted slightly, as if in sleep. Then he heard it:

“Shall we go and die together?”

“That way, we can be together forever.”

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