Anthony's face stared into Flower's face with an expressionless gaze. Making it hard for Flower to understand if Anthony liked her gift or not.
"You must have gone ahead and done some research, haven't you?" Anthony stated then a slight smile appeared on his face.
This was all that Flower needed to see just to calm her palpitating heartbeat and relax her mind. Flower was extremely happy and relieved that Anthony's face had curved into a smile, this was all she needed and nothing more.
Anthony received the morning dew water bottle from Flower and held it, "Thank you, Flower," he said, opening the water bottle, he gulped down the water as though he had been thirsty for millenniums and as though he had just arrived from the Sahara desert.
"You're welcome."
Flower smiled, and for some reasons that she couldn't really understand, Flower felt abundantly joyful that Anthony accepted her gift wholeheartedly, and trusting her to the extent of gulping the morning dew down in front of her and not even assuming that it might be poisoned.
Then hastily she quickly snapped out of it, 'What?! How dare I smile at someone who only thinks about taking advantage of me all the time. It's simply unacceptable,' she thought. 'Flower! Get a grip on yourself. He's the enemy!'
With that thought, Flower promptly substituted her smile with a trivial frown. Her lips became thin and her eyes quickly shifted away from Anthony's face and to the other side of the art museum.
This was when she caught sight of one of Anthony's paintings. She stared intensely at the painting. The painting was that of a cute little white puppy, it looked utterly innocent and adorable, its eyes were as sharp as the full moon and its fur were as fresh a newly made wools.
Flower could only wonder about what created such inspiration of a cute little white puppy for Anthony to draw.
'Such a cute little puppy.'
Jolting Flower from her thoughts, Anthony spoke with his usual hoarse voice, "Honestly, I wasn't expecting you to get me some morning dew. I was expecting something totally different."
Flower grunted, still turning away from him and staring at the cute little puppy's portrait. "Something totally different?" Flower repeated after Anthony's last words, she couldn't help but think about all the despicable things Anthony could simply want from her. 'Thank goodness I had asked the housekeeper about everything this scoundrel might like. This scoundrel is even assuming that I caught the morning dew for him drop by drop,' Flower thought this and chuckled sinisterly inwardly, 'Wishful thinking!'
"Yes, indeed I was expecting something totally different from you," Anthony said. Shortly after that, then he became silent.
'Finally luck is on my side today,' Flower thought about how she was able to please Anthony today.
Immediately after that thought, Anthony tapped Flower's shoulder. Since she wasn't aiming her face towards him, Anthony wanted to get her attention.
'What does this scoundrel wants from me now?' She contemplated, then spontaneously she turned towards Anthony.
"Something like this," Anthony stated, still sitting on the stool.
In an instant, before Flower could even grasp Anthony's expression and finish contemplating about the reasons she had been called by him. An unwelcomed but delicate kiss claimed Flower's lips. Then in an eyeblink Anthony promptly withdrew his soft lips away from that of Flower's and sat back on his stool. In short the kiss which Anthony stole from Flower only lasted for a second and nothing more than that—perhaps he was afraid that Flower might try to kick his groins again—or perhaps he just felt like doing so.
Flower's cheeks burnt red excessively, partly in shyness and partly in profound sensation of ire. She had kept her patient enough with Anthony and now he was doing what she hated again.
Flower hastily propelled herself from the stool after the kiss.
Letting out all the furiousness and hatred which she had gathered for Anthony this past few days. She lashed out; "You creepy good-for-nothing scoundrel. How dare you to always think that you could just do as you please with me uh?! I can't simply put up with your nonsense anymore?! You creep me the fuck out!"
"Just so you know! I don't like you one bit, I hate you so much and I hope you will always have the same feelings towards me from now on! Just leave me alone! I'm in love with someone else. Let! That! Sink!"
She exclaimed furiously pouring out all the anger, resentment, hatred, furiousness and ire which had been cascading her mind everytime Anthony said her name, and everytime she smelled his scent and loved it, and everytime Anthony had ever looked towards her with only the intention of getting intimate with her.
"Scoundrel!" She fired after a short silent, "I left first!" Flower informed not really out of honesty, but just so that Anthony would know that she didn't mind walking out on him and doing as she pleases. After saying that, she began walking towards the doorway.
To Flower it didn't matter if she live or die, she was planning on taking her life anyways. So therefore, if she was to embody a brave move before she die then she would be overly happy that at least she was going to die with pride, knowing that she had shown Anthony who's boss.
Anthony's face instantly changed into a frown seeing Flower's actions towards him. In an instant, he accelerated towards Flower, blocking her direction and making sure that she doesn't leave.
Flower couldn't help but became more furious with Anthony who was obstructing her way.
"You…!" Flower hesitantly shut her mouth after saying that. She could see that Anthony's demeanor had switched into an aggressive one, his eyes were glowing red excessively. An unknown energy was radiating from his body, making the air around Flower heavy to breath in. "D-don't… you dare think that… I'm afraid of you!" Flower stated with a trembling voice, her heartbeat palpitated and her body slowly quivered.
The frown on Anthony's face penetrated Flower's face immersely. He stood there with a scary glowing red eyes, Anthony clenched his fist tightly with formidable force. Evil intentions was clearly obvious in his eyes and in his body language and demeanor.
Flower could already smell imminent danger, however, she still didn't give a damn. All she knew was that she was going to die soon so she didn't need to behave herself. "Get out of my way, you good-for-nothing creepy scoundrel," Flower snapped out.
Anthony's frown became more intensed, "Flower! You should be afraid of me. I, Anthony, Rodrigo Smith isn't someone you should be messing with. As I have said earlier, you're my property, I own you from top to bottom. I can do as I please with you, your life belongs to me. You don't get to decide whether to live or die. Only me, myself and I will decide that for you."
"You will have no choice but to obey me, I must be obeyed. And since I have chosen you, you must have no choice but to obey me and serve me. Your heart must beat for no one else but me, every breath you take will only be for my sake. You're mine alone and you will be mine forever."
"You think that I don't know that you didn't catch the morning dew for me? I'm Anthony, I know everything that goes on around here. You shouldn't think of me as a fool."
'How did this scoundrel find out about this?' Flower thought. One could tell that Flower's hatred for Anthony was growing with every second that passed by. The word hate isn't even capable of ascribing her hatred towards Anthony. Flower couldn't bare this mental torture anymore. On impulse.
'Bang!'
Flower delivered a mighty punch on Anthony's attractive but annoying face formidably and fearlessly. "Take that! You good-for-nothing creepy scoun…"
Anthony furiousness to Flower's doings knew no bond. Flower's sentence were interrupted by a sudden force clasping her neck. "Ahhh!" She whimpered, trying her absolute best to get Anthony's hand away from her neck. Flower struggled to set herself free from Anthony's clutches, she tried to shout but no words came out.
With every seconds that drifted by, Anthony's grip on Flower's neck became unimaginably powersome and violent. Flower could feel her throat being fractured and getting weakened.
With an hoarse and gruff voice extremely different from the one he normally uses, it seems this was his inner werewolf's voice, Anthony spoke. "You don't have the right to treat me as you wish. Only I, have the right to do that to you," he grunted. Anthony's lips curved into a demonic smile, appearing as though this wasn't the formal Anthony that Flower knew. His profound voice sounded peculiar and deadly, his demeanor had already switched to that of a vicious beast and his formal self-control had been stolen away. He presently seemed nothing like an human being.
"You… beast…!" Flower managed to let out a word amidst her sufferings and whimperings before everything began to become extremely blur. Flower couldn't breath anymore, she couldn't move any of her body parts as the neck gripping became unfathomably intense.
Flower could feel her legs becoming more weaker by the second as her whole life flashed before her eyes. Soon enough, her eyes shut themselves firmly. Flower had lost consciousness and her body became lifeless.
As soon as Anthony noticed this. He spontaneously lightened his grasp on Flower's neck then he let go of her instantly. His eyes stopped glowing red and his demeanor changed back to that of the formal Anthony. It was as though an unknown spirit had entered his body which made him act like that and now he was currently regretting his deeds.
"W-what have I done…?"
He said merely in whispers and immediately caught Flower's body which had almost fallen to the floor. He moved Flower's body closer to his and wrapped his hands around it, giving her a tight hug.
On Flower's neck red marks were already present there as a result of the ferocious grip which her neck went through. Her eyes were closed firmly and her nostrils were producing red blood.
Anthony maintained the hugging position with Flower's body for a very long time with his eyes closed just like Flower's own.