Chapter 32: Do You Have Scars?

In the bathroom, the waiter felt relieved. Thinking about what awaited him in the private room, he knew he couldn't delay, so he hurried back as soon as he was finished. Reaching the door, he found the room empty.

He quickly pushed it open and rushed inside. The private room was completely empty; not a single person was in sight.

“Oh no!”

The waiter’s face turned ashen, and he ran wildly to the main hall of Eclipse Nightclub. But it was the busiest time of night. The famous Kingstown club was thronged with people, and the main hall was even more crowded.

Meanwhile, Claire had already been taken to Jacob’s villa by the group.

“You guys are pretty lucky,” Jacob’s assistant said. “Jacob just got back from out of town and couldn’t find the woman he wanted. Now he’s physically and mentally exhausted, so he lowered his requirements a bit.”

Jacob’s assistant looked Claire over. “The face is okay, but as for the scars, whether Jacob likes them or not, who knows.”

“Alright, just bring the person over, you guys can leave. If he’s satisfied, he might even give you a bonus.”

“Okay, okay, then we’ll head back first.” Charlie’s eyes lit up excitedly at the mention of a bonus.

The others followed, their greedy eyes shining. Without a word, they threw Claire down and left.

After they left, the assistant stared at Claire for a moment, then had someone take her upstairs directly.

“Zane, aren’t we going to have someone clean this woman first?” one of the servants asked, looking at Claire.

“No need,” Zane replied. “Jacob’s drunk, and it’s that special someone’s day. You guys just send her up, and be careful not to get into trouble with Jacob.”

Zane frowned slightly, hesitating before giving the instruction.

From the moment she arrived, Claire had been observing her surroundings, and hearing the conversation only increased her anxiety. Although she had experienced a lot in prison, she had never been with a man before, and her trembling legs refused to obey her.

“Zane, this woman can’t be moved.”

The servants were accustomed to sending up willing or unwilling women, but this was the first time they encountered one who couldn’t be dragged or pushed.

Zane looked impatient. “You useless things, several of you carry her in.”

And so, Claire, bound and gagged, was carried into Jacob’s room. When she was carried in, the room was pitch black, making it impossible to see anyone. Through the light from the servants opening the door, she finally saw a person lying on the carpet by the bed.

The servants tiptoed in, holding their breath as they gently placed Claire down, carefully closed the door, and left.

The sudden darkness made Claire’s body tremble. It felt as if she had completely entered a devil’s world, and she had no idea what kind of torment awaited her. Her heartbeat quickened.

But as she lay there, imagining the possible pain, she noticed that Jacob, who was lying on the carpet beside the bed, hadn’t moved for a long time. Claire’s initially tense heart began to calm down slightly, and a glimmer of hope grew within her. Could it be that she might escape this ordeal today?

Just as she thought this, a hand suddenly grabbed her foot.

“Mm!”

With her mouth gagged, she couldn’t speak. Startled, she instinctively shrank back, but her bound body limited her movement. She could only muster all her strength to distance herself from Jacob. However, despite her best efforts, she barely moved an inch. Jacob, on the other hand, easily pulled her closer.

“Do you have scars on your body?” he asked, his eerie voice close to her ear.

“Mm! Mm! Mm!” Claire’s back stiffened, and she began to struggle violently. With the ropes binding her and Jacob pressing down on her, she found it impossible to escape.

Noticing the gag in her mouth, Jacob removed it. “Now tell me, do you have scars?”

“I… I do, but the scars are really scary… Jacob, please let me go. I’ll do anything you want if you spare me,” Claire quickly begged as soon as she could speak. But the bizarre atmosphere filled her with inexplicable fear, causing her voice to tremble and stutter.

“If you’re willing to do anything, wouldn’t it be better to serve me well? Don’t worry, I will make sure you experience an unprecedented climax, and you’ll feel more pleasure than ever before.”

Jacob’s voice was particularly soft, as if he were cradling a newborn baby. After saying this, he stood up and turned on the light, flooding the room with a sinister red glow. At that moment, Claire saw that the room had no windows, just walls covered in blood-red tools.