Chapter 330 Storage Room
Clara's eyes blazed as she impatiently dug her nails into Diana's arm.
"Quit messing around and come with me!"
The spot where Clara pinched her quickly turned red and swollen. Diana gasped in pain and stopped arguing, letting herself be dragged below deck.
Her dress was cumbersome, and halfway there, Clara kicked off her shoes, forcing Diana to walk barefoot.
The cold, hard floor hurt her tender feet, and soon they went numb.
To keep Diana's struggles from drawing attention, Clara taped her mouth shut and bound her wrists tightly.
Diana frowned and tried to wriggle free, but it was no use.
"Move again, and I'll cut off your fingers," Clara threatened.
Diana froze. She could tell Clara was mentally unstable, and fighting back would only get her hurt.
Realizing this, she cooperated and followed Clara down the dimly lit corridors.
Clara led her through the least populated routes, having memorized the ship's layout before starting her job.
This was the moment she had been preparing for.
As they descended, the surroundings grew darker and more mechanical, far from the luxurious guest areas.
Finally, Clara stopped at a small storage room at the bottom of the ship, a place rarely noticed by anyone.
The lack of human presence made the area feel even colder.
Diana shivered uncontrollably before being shoved inside, crashing into a pile of wooden crates.
The rough wood tore her dress and scratched her exposed skin, leaving her back burning with pain.
She bit her lip, leaning against the crates, and let out a faint whimper.
Clara seemed pleased by Diana's pained expression.
She closed the door behind her and wiped her knife until it gleamed under the light.
Satisfied, she tossed the cloth aside and approached Diana slowly.
"Diana, have you been happy lately? Feeling good?" Clara taunted.
Diana glared at her, refusing to answer.
The cold blade lifted her chin, and Clara's mocking voice came from above.
"You're so happy, so proud. But..."
Clara's tone shifted, pressing the knife harder.
"Because of you, my dad is still in prison, and our family went bankrupt! You jinx! Since you got divorced, why are you still clinging to Mr. Percy? Do you really think you're that charming?"
Diana winced as the knife cut her chin, blood trickling down.
Even the blade was stained red, with droplets falling onto her red dress, leaving dark marks that blended with the fabric's color.
Seeing this, Clara suddenly burst into maniacal laughter. She slapped the bloodied knife against Diana's face, smearing the blood all over and making her look both bloody and disheveled.
"Diana, look at you now. I heard you had a miscarriage? Your body really is useless. What's the point of getting pregnant if you can't carry it to term?"
Clara's knife traced down Diana's chest, stopping at her abdomen.
Diana, bound and helpless, tried to hide her fear.
The tiny life inside her was just a thin layer of skin away from the blade. She couldn't let Clara find out.
Fortunately, Clara only mocked her and didn't linger on her stomach.
Diana sighed in relief and cautiously glanced at Clara, who noticed immediately.
"What are you looking at? Are you mocking me?"
Clara slapped Diana hard, making her head snap to the side.
The slap was so forceful that it drew blood inside Diana's mouth, and her cheek swelled up. She couldn't help but cry out in pain.
For some reason, Clara seemed even more unhinged, becoming almost delirious.
She stood up, looking down at Diana, and muttered, "Tell me, if you lost that pretty face, who would like you then?"
She yanked Diana's hair, forcing her to look up.
Diana's scalp burned, and her nose filled with the metallic scent of blood.
She squinted in pain, her tongue pressing against her cheek.
The knife grazed her face as Clara savored her expression.
Seeing Diana in pain excited Clara.
"Do you enjoy it? The feeling of losing control over your fate?"
Clara's eyes sparkled with malice as she leaned in, her breath hot against Diana's ear, like a snake hissing.
Diana squinted, her bound hands ready to act.
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, followed by frantic knocking.
Clara flinched, almost dropping the knife.
"Is anyone there?" A crew member's voice called out.
Clara's breath hitched. She quickly hid Diana in a nearby crate and replied, "Yes, someone's here."
The crew member's voice brightened, and he called out, "Is that Ms. Spencer?"
Clara opened the door, looking confused and holding a broom.
"Ms. Spencer? No, I came to get a broom. The door was stuck. Thank goodness you came to help."
She was dressed in a server's uniform, her demeanor humble and unassuming, looking no different from the other servers on the ship.
The crew member's excitement faded. He scratched his head and asked, "Did you hear any strange noises?"
Clara lowered her eyes. "I didn't hear anything."
Behind her, a vase fell off the crate, shattering on the floor.
The crew member tensed, raising his arm to push the door open.
"What was that?"
But Clara quickly clung to his arm, her voice trembling, "What noise? It's so dark in here, and I'm scared. I've been stuck for an hour. Can you take me out?"
Her soft chest pressed against his muscular arm, making the crew member's heart race.
He looked down at Clara's pretty, tear-streaked face. If not for her uniform, he might have mistaken her for one of the wealthy guests.
His voice was hoarse as he said, "I heard something inside. Someone's missing. I need to check. I'll take you out afterward, okay?"
Clara clung to his waist, her voice sweet, "No, I want to leave now. It's filthy in there. I've been alone for so long."
The crew member hesitated, but another crew member saw them and rushed over, shouting, "What are you doing? The upper deck is in chaos, and you're flirting with a woman?"
The crew member holding Clara got punched and quickly explained, "I'm searching. The door was stuck, and I just rescued this girl. She's scared, and I was about to take her up."
The other crew member looked skeptical but glanced at Clara and asked, "Are you sure she's not the missing one?"
"No, I'm just an ordinary server. Can you take me up? It's so dark, and I'm scared."
The crew member frowned, looked around, and, seeing no one else, waved them off.
"Fine, take her up and get back to searching. That big shot is losing it."
Hearing this, Clara clung tighter to the crew member.
"Thank you, thank you so much."
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