Everyone is Obsessed With Me (reupload)

Chapter 14

Hanbal bit his lips as he dangled from his bed. He was fortunate that there were some screws loose in Osric's head, or else he would definitely have faced that same humiliation the original Hanbal faced. However, he finds it tiring to maintain the childlike facade. He knows he must appeal to Osric and the others, but it is still humiliating for a grown man like him to act like this.

"For survival.." He whispered to himself, his hands slightly shaking, and he could feel the worry and anxiety in him swirling around like insects, ready to eat their way out of him. He laughed, even in a different body, he is still the same cowardly man.

"Young master, the Lord has summoned you." A maid knocked on his door. She was a newer batch of servants that Osric had assigned to him. The last batch that had tormented Hanbal had disappeared completely. Though he's not complaining since these newer servants seem to be much more respectful. But he still can't get used to being looked after, even though he's been here for a few weeks already.

Hanbal made a noise of acknowledgement and jumped off his bed. That old snake can never leave him alone. Every morning, he dreaded waking up because the thought of seeing their faces disgusted him. But for the sake of the future, he still has to suck it up and make me as submissive as he can. At times like this, he missed that person the most.

As he walked the halls, he glanced up at the portraits and gritted his teeth. A family portrait consisting of Osric and his main wife. The Duchess, well, the old Duchess was a beauty to behold. In the novel, the real reason why it took Rayder a long time to accept the Fl was because of the Duchess's past misdeeds. After a few years of abuse from her, he has grown to dislike the touch of anyone and prefers to keep his distance. If a certain smell or touch were to come too close, he would throw up as the unpleasant memories would resurface like a flood. Though after a while, the Fl was able to touch his heart and made him completely forget his trauma. When she married the crown prince, Rayder married a servant who bares a resemblance to the Fl and got her.

It was truly unfortunate how venomous these people are.

Especially...

"Brother, come spend time with us." Cyneric ran behind him. After he left his room, he was ambushed by the twins, who could not keep their mouths shut.

"Brother, you barely come out anymore."

Hanbal could feel sweat dripping down his brow. He knows that if he spends even a second alone with those twins, he would be put through a rather traumatic experience.

"Father had called for me. I fear that I cannot join you, brothers..." Hanbal smiled, trying his best to act cute. He could feel the air turn cold and the tips of his hair standing up in fear, but he ignored it and continued to walk.

"Father would not mind. Come!" Cyneric said cheerfully, his smile seemed to widen, almost like a Cheshire cat.

Hanbal could feel his skin tingling and his heart beating impossibly fast. He could feel it. His imminent doom. He took a breath in and swallowed his reluctance.

"Alright.." Almost immediately, he was dragged out by Cyneric.

The garden was very well furnished with a variety of different plants that seemed exotic. The air smelled like spring and cherry blossoms, which reminded him of back home. The grass was trimmed and the rocks looked like glistering gems. Hanbal felt as though the garden looked all too familiar, like he had seen it once before in a distant world.

"Why are we -" Before Hanbal could question Cyneric, he froze as a pair of cold hands wrapped themselves around his neck. He could feel coldness emitting from the figure behind him. It almost reminds him of a dead body. Before he knew it, someone sniffed his neck.

"Brother! Don't scare our youngest like that!" Cyneric scolded and pulled Hanbal into his arms protectively.

"My apologies..." The figure, Cynerik mumbled, his face a mask of coldness.

"I am so sorry for my brother. He's just excited to show you our gift!"

Gift? Oh dear... Hanbal knew the anxious feeling he woke up with earlier felt all too real. He knew today was going to be a hard day for him. A gift could be a codename for 'Torturing Poor Hanbal'!! Hanbal bit his lips and ignored the sweat that formed on his forehead. He felt the horrible urge to scratch his forearms, but he instead clenched his hands into fists. He looked around the lively garden in search of the closest escape route.

For extra precautions, planned on just screaming. He is sure they are not that far from the main house, so someone is bound to hear him. Just being a few meters away from them is enough to cause alarms to start blaring in his mind, so being just a couple of inches away feels much worst. The feeling is similar to the feeling of being chased by a crazy dog, and your only exit is closed off and on fire. Their presence alone could trigger someone's fight or flight instincts.

Although they are young, they are sick in the most twisted ways.

Hanbal couldn't help but shiver at the descriptions of the twins 'playtime'. When he was reading that part of the novel, Hanbal couldn't sleep for a couple of days due to the nightmare it brought him, and he is a 30-something-year-old man.

He always wondered why people would do such a thing to innocent bystanders. But then again, the author has always been someone with a few loose screws in their head.

"Brother! Pay attention to us!" Cyneric pouted and forced the grip on Hanbal's thin wrist to tighten. The grip was so tight that Hanbal felt as though his hand might explode from the pressure.

"I'm sorry brother...Hanbal was just distracted." Hanbal wept silently and gave the twins his biggest, wettest puppy-dog eyes. It worked with Osric and Rayder many times, so he expected it to work this time too.

"..." The twins turn to look at each other, and soon, a light blush traveled up their neck and onto their pale cheeks. "Hm, I guess we could forgive you since you are our brother. Now come, let's play a game!"

Game?

Hanbal thought as he look down to hide the expression on his face. His lips were bloody red from the constant biting and picking, a habit that Hanbal had to develop at the start of his life in this hellhole.

His eyes held deep fear and hatred at the thought of this 'game'. It seems as though he needs to crack some heads open today.

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As for my apology for the LATE update.. A cute drawing