THOSE EYES

CHAPTER 23 - Revenge

"Do you want me to beat him up?" he asked as he let me go and looked into my eyes with a serious expression. I started laughing at his silly words and considerate expression.

"No, no, you don't have to," I said while still laughing a little. Peter started gently patting my head while speaking: "Okay, I won't beat him up if you don't want me to. But just a word, and I'll bust his skull open."

I casually brushed his hand away and replied while smiling: "I don't want you to get in jail for killing him."

"If you say so. I think that is worth getting in jail for that," Peter casually said as he took a step away from me.

"It would be best if I get back to work. Thank you for everything," I said while collecting my empty cup and sunglasses from the table. Peter only hummed in approval as he closed the box with the remaining piece of chocolate cake. I walked out of his office, strangely refreshed. He reminds me of my big brother that I haven't seen in a while. They have the same calming but at the same time silly aura around them. I smiled to myself as I took the elevator to my department floor. Then I walked into my office and got right into work.

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I was in front of my apartment door, searching for my key through my purse. When I finally collected it, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. While I walked toward the kitchen to get a drink, it felt strange without a pair of footsteps following me, getting changed while walking naked around the apartment without any shame felt strange.

Before I sat down on the strangely empty couch, I heard a weird noise from the bathroom. I naturally walked toward the recurring noise, thinking Lady or Mr Cat are playing some tricks with me.

But what I saw was not my pets, and neither was a robber. The man, if I can call him that, standing in front of me had two monstrous tarantulae like teeth striking out of his wide mouth. His eyes were strangely similar to a spider's. The thing that freaked me out the most were eight arms sticking out of his torso.

I quickly turned around to run away when something wrapped around my ankles and yanked me down. When my body hit the wooden floor, I heard the man say: "Please don't make this hard. I don't want to hurt you."

As he started pulling me into the bathroom, I shouted: "Let me go! Help!" I was about to turn around, ready to fight for freedom, but something hit my head, making me faint.

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I woke up after I didn't know how long, hanging from my ceiling upside down. My head was buzzing, and my vision was still blurry as I took a look around my living room.

"Are you alright?" a male voice spoke from behind me.

I tried to mingle around to get free, but unfortunately, the strange ropes tightly wrapped around me wouldn't let me.

"Let me the fuck go!" I shouted.

Waiting in the silence was agonizing, the footsteps approaching me to let me know that I'm already dead meat.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" I shouted as I started struggling to get free.

When he stepped in front of me in his strange form, he extended his hands to stop me from moving as he spoke: "Please calm down. You are not supposed to get hurt."

As he tried to stop my movements, I said: "Says the man who pinned me on the ceiling after knocking me out."

He took a step back and spoke: "I'm really sorry, but I didn't want to knock you off. The bottle of aloe vera felt on its own. May I ask why you need to have such a big package of it?"

I lifted one of my eyebrows while studying his strangely innocent expression. "Are you for real? First of all, you kidnapped me. Second, you tied me up like salami and hanged me to dry like one. Third, I don't know who the fuck are you." I poured out of myself.

"Again, I'm deeply sorry for that. I'm here for revenge and not to hurt you," my kidnaper tried to explain as he started to tear off the strange ropes around me.

"Revenge? It is the first time that I see you," I said as he placed me down on the hard wooden floor.

"I know you are our king's bride, so I thought that if I kidnapped you, he would come to rescue you, and I could try to hurt him badly. You are supposed to act as bait, " he tried to explain while hysterically moving his eight arms.

I took a deep breath before annoyingly explaining: "I'm not his bride anymore, so I can't act like bait. Now go out, and I'll forget about everything."

"Yes, you are. I can still see and smell your royal mark," he said as he stepped closer.

I took a step back and spoke louder: "If I told you that I'm not his bride, then I'm not his bride, so get the fuck out of my apartment."

"Then how am I going to avenge the love of my life?" he asked while gripping his head. I watched him as he kept walking left and right, rambling something I couldn't make out. Suddenly he turned toward me and spoke: "Can you please help me get him here?"

"No. I can get in jail for helping with assault or even murder. Even if I look miserable, I still have some goals in life," I said as I tried to walk away. He grabbed me by my hand and yanked me back.

"Please help me. I'm Vincent, and your ex-groom killed the love of my life. Her name was Almira, the most beautiful, kind and smart queen of spiders. I love her," he said desperately while looking right into my eyes.

I broke our eye contact and turned around before speaking: "I'm sorry to hear that, and you have my deepest condolences for your loss, but I still can't help you."

I never imagined that the lover of the person or spider that tried to kill me would be standing right in front of me, begging me to help them kill the person that I l-

What am I ever thinking!?

He doesn't do that!

He doesn't have those feelings!

Is just me lying to myself again!

"Please, I beg you! Help me!" he shouted at me as he pulled me back toward him.

"Let me go! You are hurting me, plus I already told you, I won't help you!" I shouted at him while struggling to get out of his grip.

Now would be the perfect time for him to show up and save me while looking hot as hell. It would be really, really nice.

But my life is not a romantic Hollywood movie. It's more like a dark drama in which the heroine, who feels sorry for herself, must go over her childish feelings to blossom into maturity and take over her life.

That sounds more like my life but without all the unnecessary confetti. The ending is not happy, as the others when the heroine gets the man of her dreams. No, in the end, I get my reasoning back, which sounds better than getting hurt over and over again by some feelings that feel warm and welcoming but can hurt more than a million dangers into my flesh.

"I told you to let the fuck go of me!" I seriously shouted at him before snatching my arm from his. He stopped nagging me and looked into my eyes.

"If you are not going to help me, then I'll help myself," he said before shooting something white out of his mouth into my face.