Chapter 567 What Are You Up to, Natalie?
Susan certainly didn't want to follow Natalie, but being left alone in this cramped, dark space terrified her more.
Who knew if the corpse of that dead girl was somewhere here?
"Susan, if you can't stand me, why follow?" Natalie called out, hearing the clumsy sounds of Susan trying to keep up, as if she was afraid of being lost.
When Susan saw the light at the end of the passage, she relaxed a bit and mustered the courage to lash out: "Natalie, if it wasn't for your viciousness in dragging me down here, why would I ever follow you?"
"Doesn't that sound a tad self-pitying?" Natalie stepped out of the passage, saw the room ahead, and her smile broadened as she waited for Susan to emerge.
Susan let out a piercing shriek.
The sight that greeted them was horrifying: a woman dressed in bridal attire hanging from the rafters, her ghostly face staring right at the entrance of the passageway, her bluish-black tongue grotesquely elongated, blood seeping from every orifice.
Susan's legs buckled, and she collapsed to the floor in fear.
As her hands braced against the ground, they stumbled upon something hard.
Glancing down, to her horror, it was a human hand bone!
The hand bone of the woman who had hanged herself!
"Ahhh!"
Scrambling frantically, Susan crawled over to Natalie and clung to the hem of Natalie's pants, seeking refuge behind her.
"Natalie, save me! Please, save me! You have to save me, Natalie!"
Natalie found the whole situation amusing.
Just a minute ago, Susan had been spewing threats at her, and now she was pleading in a commanding tone. Who did she think Natalie was?
Squatting down, Natalie grabbed Susan's chin and forced her to sit back.
Susan, terrified, found herself powerless to resist, her back against the wall as she stared at Natalie in panic.
"Susan, you should realize that your mere presence disgusts me," Natalie said, scrutinizing her. "So, on what grounds do you think I would ever consider saving you?"
"Natalie, it's just the two of us here. If you don't help me, everyone will curse you!" Susan declared with certainty.
"Oh? And what would they say?"
"That you're spiteful! That your jealousy drove you to attack me! A jealous witch!"
Natalie laughed. "Well then, I suppose I'm ready to be spiteful just this once."
"Natalie, what are you planning to do?!" Susan, sensing something was wrong, tried unsuccessfully to push Natalie away.
She felt as defenseless as a chick in Natalie's grasp.
Natalie yanked Susan up and dragged her over to the corpse of the woman. Susan's face ended up right by the feet of the cadaver.
One foot was draped in a white shoe. The other, bare, revealed skin as realistic as to show the wounds and texture of flesh.
As Natalie pushed Susan towards the corpse's feet, she almost felt the elasticity in the dead limb...
"Ah! Let me go, Natalie, let me go!"
Susan screamed in terror, tears streaming down her face.
"Susan, even you can feel afraid?" said Natalie, unmoved. "Have you never seen a corpse before? Or is it that you've never had blood on your hands? Have you forgotten how you once tried to frame Flora for murder? Have you forgotten the plots you hatched with your mother against me?"
"No, no, you're wrong, none of you died, you won't scare me, Natalie!" Susan kept trying to move away, to distance herself from the dead body.
But the thing about being scared is, everything seems even more terrifying when fear takes hold of your heart.
The room had been converted into a chilling red chamber with walls drenched in the hue of blood. The crimson light cast an ominous glow over a bridal gown and a vanity mirror, creating a deeply unsettling sight.
Natalie noticed a large brass mirror above the vanity.
She dragged Susan toward it, grabbing her hair and forcing her to raise her head to look at the distorted reflection. The mirror was badly cracked; even a normal reflection looked twisted. Paired with the eerie atmosphere and a "hanging corpse" nearby, the scene was nothing short of horrifying.
"Look at this! Susan, take a good look at yourself in the mirror," Natalie said slowly, her voice lingering menacingly. "Ask yourself, are your hands really clean? Those three guys who tormented me, didn't they commit suicide out of guilt? Are their deaths unrelated to you? Your hands don't have blood on them? No guilt?"
"I won't look! I didn't do anything! Their suicide is not my fault! If anyone is to blame, it's my mother!"
Susan had never anticipated Natalie's terrifyingly cruel and venomous side.
Suddenly, Susan noticed a camera in the corner of the ceiling and started screaming desperately, "Manager! Manager! Let me out!"
"Idiot!" Natalie burst out with a scornful laugh; the camera didn't even have audio.
She tossed Susan aside and started looking for clues.
While searching, Natalie kept one eye on Susan to ensure the frantic woman didn't pull any stunts.
"Your makeup is smeared, Susan. You look awful," she tossed in a few more barbs.
Susan trembled, caught between rage and terror.
"Why are you doing this to me, Natalie?"
Drenched in sweat, tears streaming down her face, Susan cowered in the corner, shaking with a mix of fear and loathing as she glared at Natalie.
"Aren't you aware of what you've done?" Natalie found a note and a jewelry box and began working on the lock of the box.
Continuing to follow the clues from the note to unlock the box, Natalie goaded her further.
"Conspiring with Hailey to corner me, joining with your mother in attempts to ruin me, setting your sights on my ex-husband... I’ll leave all that for now. More recently, you incited Sharon to come after me. Don't you think it's only fair for me to repay the favor?"
"How did you know?" Susan gasped. She thought she had been so secretive. How could Natalie suspect?
"You don't deserve to know."
Trembling, Susan clung tightly to herself, daring not to make a move. In this room, her capacity to think and resist had been stripped away; otherwise, she might have wanted to press Natalie’s head against the wall, to drag her face across the bloody red paint like Natalie had done to her.
“That's your true face, isn't it, Natalie.”
“Hmm?” Natalie responded with disinterest.
Susan muttered to herself, “Gentle, kind – it’s all an act. Just tricks to deceive everyone, to fool Oliver. You’re nothing more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing, a real piece of work.”
Natalie glanced at her indifferently, “Takes one to know one.”
“Natalie, you—”
“Snap—” The sound cut through the silence.
The vanity case lock finally sprang open, revealing a brass key inside. At the same moment, she thought she heard the sound of a well lock opening, followed swiftly by someone jumping down into it.
“Natalie!”
Oliver’s voice carried an urgency, his footsteps hastening ever nearer.
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