After my arch-rival stole my project, I found a witch doctor to make a voodoo doll in his likeness, planning to use it to vent my frustration. The moment I held it, a string of comments flashed across my vision. [Heh heh, our girl finally got Holden’s empathy doll! This time, she’s going to make him really feel it.] [You bet! Every prick our girl makes on that doll will be a thrill for Holden. He’ll probably run out of clean underwear tonight!] My hand, holding the doll, froze. Holden Urie and this doll are linked by empathy? Is the witch doctor playing such a high-stakes game? Doubtful, I decided to video call Holden. The moment the call connected, I accurately jabbed the little doll in a… specific spot. Immediately, a muffled groan came from the other end. Watching his face flush scarlet, I couldn’t help but exclaim. “The witch doctor truly didn’t lie! Holden, you’re done for!” 1. After Holden Urie snatched three projects from me, I decided it was time for revenge. I sought out a renowned witch doctor and commissioned a lifelike doll, a scaled-down replica of Holden. My plan was to fight fire with… ancient magic. Before I left, the witch doctor cautioned me: “A little mischief is harmless; too much can be damaging. Everything in excess will backfire. Remember that!” I waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill him.” As soon as I got into my car, I eagerly pulled out the replica doll. Before I could even do anything, a string of comments flashed across my vision. [Heh heh, our girl finally got Holden’s empathy doll! This time, she’s going to make him really feel it.] [You bet! Every prick our girl makes on that doll will be a thrill for Holden. He’ll probably run out of clean underwear tonight!] My hand, holding the doll, froze. Holden Urie and this doll are linked by empathy? Is the witch doctor playing such a high-stakes game? Doubtful, I decided to video call Holden. The moment the call connected, I accurately jabbed the little doll in a… specific spot. Immediately, a muffled groan came from the other end. Watching his face flush scarlet, I couldn't help but exclaim—the comments were actually true! Holden Urie really was linked to this doll! Every time I pricked it, Holden would react. So if I kept pricking it, wouldn't he be utterly defenseless? Clutching the doll as if it were a treasure, I grinned at the screen, at Holden whose cheeks were now burning. The witch doctor truly didn’t lie! Holden, you’re done for! Holden’s handsome brows furrowed slightly, his voice a little hoarse. “What are you smiling at?” “What I’m smiling at is none of your business. I’m asking you, are you giving me back the drone project?” That project was my blood, sweat, and tears for three months, meant to be a surprise for my boyfriend’s birthday. At the last minute, he snatched it again. It infuriated me. On the video call, he scoffed. “Give it back to you so you can keep trying to please that useless man?” I exploded. “You’re the useless one! He’s just had bad luck; he hasn’t met the right opportunity yet. I forbid you from talking about him like that!” You can insult me, but not my boyfriend. He’s the person who loves me most in the whole world. When I almost drowned while surfing, if he hadn't risked his life to save me, I would have perished in the ocean right there and then. He even fell into a coma for three months because of it, almost never waking up. In my heart, he’s the second person after my parents who loves me most in the world. He sneered, “What if I don’t give it back?” “If you don’t, I… I’ll…” I picked up the needle, tracing it over the doll’s chest. I suddenly paused. If I pricked it now, would it be too obvious? What if he found out? I couldn't outwit him. I put the doll down, not daring to act. “What will you do??” He provocatively raised an eyebrow at me. I gritted my teeth. “I’ll curse you to sleepless nights, a life worse than death…” A low chuckle came from the other end of the video. The smile on Holden Urie’s face spread. “I’m so scared!” [Tsk tsk tsk, look at our girl, still too kind. Her curse sounds like flirting; he’s totally enjoying it!] [Don’t be scared, girl! Prick him with that needle! Let him taste your methods!] [Exactly, exactly! Prick him until he’s begging for mercy, until he’s whimpering like a puppy!] I bit my lip, looking at the needle in my hand, but I chickened out. I didn’t dare. 2. After the call ended, I started furiously pricking the little doll, aiming all my attacks at one specific area. The comments section went wild. [Ahhh, Holden’s in the bathroom again!] [Oh no, I think his legs are getting weak; he can’t stand anymore!] [Girl, you need to take it easy! At this rate, Holden’s going to… uh, die from it!] My hand, furiously pricking the doll, instinctively stopped. Holden wouldn’t actually die from my game, would he? No, that wouldn’t do. I hadn’t gotten my project back yet; he couldn’t die. Besides, if people found out he died from something like this, it would be too embarrassing. I should spare him some dignity! I got home, but his call of surrender hadn't come yet. I picked up the doll and meticulously gave him a full-body spa with the needle. [Oh, girl, do you have to be so elegant? Holden’s practically dying from pleasure!] [Is this punishment for him? This is clearly a reward!] [Girl, harder! Prick him!] My hand, holding the needle, slid from the doll’s chest, moving downwards. Finally, I plunged it in. Less than three seconds later, a video call came through. “Blair Urie, what are you doing?” Looking at him, drenched in sweat on the video call, I raised an eyebrow, satisfied. “Just relaxing! What’s wrong with you?” I asked, feigning innocence. He pressed his lips together, his face undeniably flushed. It seemed he’d exerted a lot of energy. He looked utterly ravaged, making even me swallow. “Did you do something?” “What could I do? Looking at you, could it be that heaven has taken notice, and my curse has come true?” I suppressed my excitement, secretly pricking the doll again. Holden gasped, sweat trickling down his forehead; he seemed to be in considerable discomfort. I guiltily looked away. A few seconds later, he seemed to resign himself. He sighed. “Withdraw your curse, and I’ll give you the project.” “Really?” “But I have a condition.” “What condition?” “You come to my place tomorrow. Say it to my face.” Could it be a trap? Probably not. After all, murder is illegal. “Okay, it’s a deal.” I told him I’d withdraw the curse to his face, secretly retracting the needle. Only then did he hang up. Afterward, I excitedly hugged the doll and spun around several times. Finally, I could give my boyfriend some good news. 3. That night, for some reason, I dreamed of Holden. He held me, gently caressing my lips, which were red from his kisses. "Don't love your boyfriend anymore. Love me, okay?" I ran my hand over his abs, shaking my head. "No." "Why?" he sounded a little disappointed. "Because he loves me very much. Without me, he'd die." He was silent for a long time. His deep eyes held a lingering sadness as he looked at me. "He won't." "He will…" I got up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and leaned in close. "You don't understand. For me, he'd even risk his life. He can't live without me." His profound eyes held a deeper sense of melancholy. He said nothing more, only kissed me, working his way over me. When I woke up. "Ugh, what a nightmare!" Of all people to dream about, Holden! And to spend a night of passion with him in a dream. The worst part was, I was still a little too fond of his abs. So despicable! Guilt made me want to slap myself. I raised my hand, then lowered it. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. "Alright, alright, never again." I tried to rationalize. To get the project contract quickly, I skipped breakfast and headed straight to Holden's villa. As I got out of the car, a bright yellow figure emerged from the villa. As I got closer, I realized it was the witch doctor. "Master, you... what are you doing here?" I felt a little flustered. The witch doctor held his ritual implement. "Amitabha, benefactress, we meet again." I was in such a hurry that I didn't even bother with formalities. "Holden hasn't found out, has he? He didn't specifically ask you to come here to confront me, did he?" The witch doctor smiled kindly. "Benefactress, rest assured, he hasn't." Hearing this, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. "That's good, that's good!" Then, "But... why are you suddenly here?" "I came to see an old friend." "I see, you scared me to death." It was good that I hadn't been exposed. Otherwise, if the project hadn't been secured and Holden went back on his word, I'd be helpless. Looking at the witch doctor's retreating back, I confidently rang the doorbell. [Hahaha, our girl is so adorably naive. Doesn’t she realize what’s wrong here?] [She probably got tangled up in it and didn’t even realize the ‘old friend’ the witch doctor mentioned was Holden.] [I wonder if our girl will be scared to death when she sees the gift the witch doctor gave Holden?] [Ahhh, I suddenly really want to see our girl losing her composure in front of Holden! Then it’ll be fireworks, the real juicy stuff!] My body stiffened. At that moment, the front door opened. Holden was playing with a female doll. "You... what are you holding?" 4. Forgetting all decorum, I rushed over and snatched the doll from his hand. I looked down at it. Huh, it didn’t quite look like me. To be precise, it didn’t quite look human. [What’s going on? How did the plot change?] [The doll in Holden’s hand isn’t a female version of our girl?] [So, no juicy scene then? Unhappy!] [No, don’t you think this is even more exciting?] [Exactly, exactly! I wonder how the plot will unfold next! Just thinking about it makes me excited!] My face dropped. Exciting my ass! If you don’t even know the plot, what good are you to me? Holden unhappily pulled the doll away. “What kind of obsession is this, barging into someone else’s house and stealing their things?” I guiltily took a step back, widening the distance between us. I was afraid he’d hit me. “I don’t have obsessions as strong as yours. A grown man still likes playing with dolls?” “Are you really that bothered by me playing with this?” He dangled the doll in his hand. I shivered involuntarily. I wasn't linked to this thing by empathy, but just watching him touch it, my body felt a strange, inexplicable heat. Embarrassing, and uncomfortable. “Who cares what you play with? I’m just afraid of polluting my eyes.” “Really?” He smiled faintly, turning to sit on the sofa. “Alright, didn’t you say you’d return the project to me? Where’s the contract?” I’d heard they had already discussed the contract details, but it hadn’t been signed yet, so there was still a chance to salvage it. Holden’s gaze towards me turned cold. “So eager to please him?” “None of your damn business! One word: are you giving it to me or not?” “The drone project has already been signed. I can’t give it to you…” “You’re messing with me?” He glared at me. “I’ll give you a different project, but it can’t be signed under your name.” Not under my name? But it could be under Julian’s name! That suited me perfectly. “Okay!” I agreed in an instant. He handed me the contract. The moment I reached for it, his hand suddenly pulled back. Caught off guard, I tumbled into his arms, my hand instinctively reaching down to brace myself. A muffled groan came from above. [Oh my, Holden, you cunning boy! You acted so cool before, but now you’re really enjoying it, aren’t you!] [Haha, this is the content my VIP members should be watching! So juicy!] [Don’t let him off, girl! Get him!] To my surprise, Holden gritted his teeth and said, “Blair, hand, off!” Hand? My hand? Oh! I felt it! My face flushed instantly. I sprang up from him, snatching the contract that had fallen onto the sofa. “You pulled your hand back suddenly; it had nothing to do with me!” Holden, his face red, glared at me, then picked up a cushion and placed it on his lap, changing the subject. “There are a few parts of the contract that need revising. I can’t give it to you just yet…” “You dictate, I’ll revise!” How could I possibly give back a duck that was already in my hand? It was Julian’s birthday tomorrow; this contract had to be mine. He looked up, staring at me, his eyes filled with an indescribable sense of loss. It was exactly like in my dream last night. After a two-minute standoff, he conceded and stood up, his voice cold. “Suit yourself.” [Oh no, Holden’s going to shatter!] [He’s been secretly in love with her for so many years, but he just won’t speak up, won’t confess. He deserves this torment.] [Exactly, people who don’t speak up deserve to be tormented to death.] Holden is secretly in love with me? What a joke. From childhood, he never once let me win at anything, always obsessed with making me cry! He’d pinch my cheeks or my hands, saying I was like a doll and he wanted to attach me to his belt loop, taking me everywhere. He even called me mute when I had vocal cord issues, which infuriated me so much that I pulled down his pants right there, only to be chased and beaten by him again. I’d remember that forever. Faced with the blatant nonsense in the comments, I chose to ignore them. A bunch of gossipy girls who don’t even know the plot can’t be trusted.
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