The Clutches Of Hell Novel

Chapter 102

Christian swept the glasses off the air with a crash; the glasses shattered on the ground while the wine splattered all over them. With that, the aroma of wine permeated the air in the private room.

Victoria’s stomach dropped at the noise when the glasses broke and flinched involuntarily. She watched him in disbelief as he picked up a glass shard from the ground and stabbed his own thigh without hesitation.

The blood from his wound drenched his suit within moments.

Even so, the only noticeable change in Christian was his paler face. He remained in the same expression and did not even let out a moan despite the agonizing pain.

Victoria wrapped her arms around her body tightly as she was shaking with fear; even the sweat was rolling down her face uncontrollably.

Christian was indeed ruthless toward both the other party and himself as he was willing to wound his thigh just because he did not want to lose control under the effect of the drug. She could not help but wonder about the fate of Vincent and her after Christian came back to his senses.

The tapping of his leather shoes against the ground was getting closer to her.

As she stared at the man, who had a cold look on his handsome face, closing their distance, the blood drained from her face. Her instinct was yelling at her to run away, but she could feel her limbs unbelievably weak as if she was glued to the ground and could not even move an inch from the spot.

She was fearing for her life from the bottom of her heart.

Victoria was afraid that the glass in Christian’s hand would be stabbed into her right thigh at the next moment and handicapped her forever.

Thud! Her heart skipped a beat when the shard fell to the ground with a light thud, but it thumped faster afterward as if it would jump out of her chest at any time.

Quivering her lips to beg for her life, she repeated the scene of him mercilessly breaking her leg two years ago in her mind. At that moment, she lost the strength to speak as though thousands of ants were crawling through her throat.

Christian picked her up in his arms, but did not spare a glance at her as he tossed her out of the private room and slammed the door.

It was around 4.00PM and Delta Club was about to welcome its peak hour. There were not any customers in the corridor at the moment, but a janitor was cleaning around while two hostesses were walking over with laughter.

The three were stunned when they noticed Victoria and stopped what they were doing as they gaped at her condition.

One of them even took out her phone but reconsidered when she remembered Victoria’s title of a murderer. Afraid of the consequences of challenging Victoria by taking any photos or recording a video, the woman shoved her phone back where it was.

She had her hands embracing her chest while her slender legs crossed. Hanging her head low, she allowed her hair to block her pale face from others’ view. A cold sensation was spreading over her limbs and her heart as if the blood in her veins had stopped circulating.

She licked her dry lips before trying to push open the door of the private room with her feeble hands. However, Christian had locked the door from the other side, so her attempt failed as a result.

As Vincent was not waiting around, she had no choice but to walk back to the dorm with a bare body.

Taking a deep breath and gritting her teeth, she took a step forward with mixed feelings. It was not her priority at the moment even though the three watchers might have different reactions, such as being surprised, having fun looking at her, or being sympathetic but confused.

Ding! At that moment, the elevator chimed.

Victoria came to a sudden stop as she paled, her body shaking uncontrollably. She could not help but wonder if she had to humiliate herself by walking around the club without any clothes on and being mocked by others.

“Stop there and don’t move.” Charlotte stepped out of the elevator with a dress in her arm after the door opened.

The corner of her almond eyes twitched at what she saw as she strode over Victoria and put her in the dress without hesitation.

It was not a pleasant experience without her lingeries on, but at least it was better than not wearing anything.

Victoria’s mind was in a whirl, so she paid no attention to the reason why Charlotte would show up with a dress as she thanked the other woman in a low voice. Feeling her cheeks flushed, she could not help the embarrassment building inside her.

“You don’t need to thank her! Christian and the people around him are all rotten to their core.” As soon as Vincent stepped out of the washroom, he heard his sister thanking Charlotte, so he walked over to them in anger.

Noticing Victoria was standing with her bare feet, he scowled before he carried her in his arms.

He wanted to know the details, but he knew it was not the best time to ask when Charlotte was standing next to them.

Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck as she explained tiredly, “I need to thank Miss Charlotte because she lent me these clothes.”

“She lends them to you? So Christian chased you out of the room with—” Vincent’s eyes widened at the statement and ended his words abruptly; he was disgusted and upset. The feeling resembled someone spitting in his throat, but he could neither cough it out nor dare swallow it.

Charlotte skipped the pleasantries with the two and excused herself before she knocked on the door of Room 505. “Mr. Thatcher, I’m here.”

Resting in Vincent’s arms, Victoria watched the door of Room 505 open and shut again before them. She rested her gaze on the shut door for a moment before she drew her attention back and laughed at herself.

“Vincent, you can put me down. I can walk by myself,” she whispered.

However, he did not do as told but frowned as he asked in a low voice, “What’s wrong? Why did Christian chase you out of the room when you’re not wearing anything? Did the drug not work?”

“He found the pinhole camera off my neck,” she answered as she swallowed the feelings and clenched her fists.

All of her efforts were in vain. From now on, not only could she not leave Delta Club, she might also face a lot of difficulties in her future.

Vincent’s face was livid with disappointment, but he had not lost the last glimmer of hope. “What about the camera? Is it still in good condition?”

She shook her head and could taste the bile in her throat. “He threw it on the ground and novelxo.com fast updatecrashed it.”

Raising her head, she stared at him with hope. “Vince, will the video taken be uploaded in sync as it records?”

“Shucks. The time’s tight, so I didn’t have the chance to change the settings. Plus, I thought putting a camera in the neck accessory is a good idea and he would never discover it. It’s all my fault.” He felt both guilty and regretful for failing the plan and wanted to strangle his past self for being overconfident.

Her gaze fell in disappointment, but she consoled anyhow, “It’s nothing. Maybe I just have to wait for ten or twenty years; Christian and Bella would have stopped being angry with me by then, and they’ll spare me.”

Even if Christian and Bella had spared Victoria after many years, a person’s youth was short and Victoria had no time to waste.

Besides, Christian might not forgive Victoria in the future at all, but she could not care less. Vincent had helped her with the best he could, so she did not want him to feel guilty or pressured further.

However, Vincent was not letting it go as an angry look flashed on his handsome face. “No way! I won’t let it end just like this! He has broken your leg, put you in prison, and taken your virginity. He’s such a brute to take advantage of you and dare keep you in Delta Club for ages!”

Having said that, he helped Victoria to the ground. Noticing she was not wearing anything under the dress, he took off his shirt and wrapped it over her body, leaving himself shirtless.

“Vince, he hasn’t punished you for drugging him. Don’t go to him for any more troubles.” Victoria could not move her hands to block his way as he tucked her arms in the shirt, so she stepped in his tracks.

Furious, Vincent could not be reasoned with at the moment. He kicked the door of the private room opposite Room 505 open and shoved her inside. “I’ve made a reservation for this room for the whole day. You can rest here. Don’t worry about me.”

“Vin—” She tried to stop him as she scowled in worry, but he locked the door from outside before she could finish her words.

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