As soon as Sienna Johnson was thrown onto the bed, her heart started pounding. She scooted away until her back hit the wall, only then stopping. Some things, even if you hide, cannot be avoided.
She started undressing, her expression resigned, yet her actions betrayed her—her hands trembled as she fumbled with the buttons.
"It's been so long, and you still can't forget your fiancé?"
She quickly looked up at him and saw his menacing face. He'd probably tear me apart if he wasn't satisfied with my answer, she estimated.
She clutched the front of her dress tightly, her gaze dimming as she whispered, "Do you know why I fell into the sea?"
"Didn't you say it was an accident?"
"I lied. It wasn't an accident. My fiancé and my sister forced me to jump into the sea."
"Oh?" His voice rose at the end, clearly intrigued and expecting her to continue.
"If I really can't forget my ex-fiancé, it's probably because I want to go back and get revenge on him." After a pause, she continued slowly, "I wonder what they told my father. The grass on my grave must be quite long by now. My father doted on me; he must be... heartbroken..."
"You're truly useless!" His tone offered no comfort, only bitter disappointment.
She chuckled helplessly. "Yes, far too useless!" And yet, I was the legitimate Miss Johnson, she thought bitterly, but in the Johnson Family, I was always trampled underfoot by Sabrina Johnson. Not only was my fiancé stolen, but I also ended up in this predicament.
"What's your former fiancé's name?" he asked.
Sienna Johnson didn't respond. I'm determined to escape, she thought. Once the time is right, I'll flee. Naturally, I can't tell this man my real situation, or he'll be able to track me down later.
"Why won't you tell me? You're not reluctant to let me kill him, are you?" As he spoke, he stared at Sienna, trying to detect any flicker of emotion on her face. Clearly, her answer mattered to him.
"Killing him would be letting him off too easy. Besides, I really want to know why he wanted to kill me." Sienna remembered what Frederick Stewart had said before she jumped into the sea: "Sienna, you're too smart. Sooner or later, you'll ruin my important plans."
What important plans?!
Her brows furrowed tightly. She was so lost in thought that she forgot the dangerous man before her until he suddenly pushed her down. Only then did she cry out in alarm…
"No..." she instinctively resisted.
"I gave you plenty of time to prepare... Now, you should be ready." She understood exactly what he meant. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to relax. Just pretend I picked up a Male Escort from a club, she consoled herself. This man is certainly good-looking enough. It's far better than doing this with some hideous man.
At that moment, seeing the man's absolute determination, the last shred of wishful thinking in Sienna's heart vanished.
"AAHH..."
A harsh scream echoed from a certain cabin, startling everyone on board. They exchanged glances, and after a moment, knowing expressions spread across their faces.
"Sixth Master, couldn't hold back, huh? Already getting to it?"
"That was a loud scream. Sister-in-law is pretty unrestrained, HEHE..."
"Sister-in-law looks so delicate. Think she can take it? Sixth Master won't accidentally kill her in bed, will he?"
The speaker was kicked. "What do you know?" he cursed. "Women like men who are fierce in bed. If you're not, they'll call you a weakling! Once we reach shore, big bro here will take you to meet some women."
"I don't want to..."
"HAHA, the kid's shy!"
Walter Klein walked over, kicked Tran, who had been the loudest, and scolded, "You lot have some nerve, huh? Daring to gossip about Sister-in-law and Sixth Master? Believe it or not, if Sixth Master finds out, he'll toss you all into the sea to feed the fish!"
Tran, despite being kicked, didn't make a fuss. He just cracked a roguish smile. "Sixth Master's busy right now; he doesn't have time to deal with us."
With that, Tran gave Walter Klein a sly look and asked, "Brother Walter, when we dock tonight, can us brothers go out and have some fun?"
"Looking for women again?" Walter Klein eyed him disapprovingly.
Tran explained, "You and Sixth Master are so handsome, women just flock to you without you even trying. We brothers aren't so lucky with looks, so we have to spend money to find some fun. It's just men and women enjoying each other; it's not like we're breaking any laws."
"Exactly!" someone chimed in. "Women are so shallow, only liking handsome men. What's the use of a man being good-looking anyway?"
Walter Klein replied, "If you're not shallow, why do you only pick good-looking women and avoid the ugly ones when you're out looking?"
They all chuckled awkwardly, falling silent.
Walter Klein finally relented. "Alright, after we dock tonight, I'll give you three hours to go have fun. But first, you have to get your work done."
"Yes!" everyone exclaimed eagerly.
"We're staying on Unnamed Island for a month, so our supplies must be properly arranged. Otherwise, we'll be chewing tree bark on that island."
Walter was still uneasy and about to add a few more instructions when he saw Sixth Master dash out, clothes disheveled, carrying a woman wrapped in a blanket.
"Walter, have we docked yet?" Sixth Master asked, his face etched with anxiety and panic.
The men were bewildered. A few of the bolder ones glanced at Sienna Johnson, noticing her deathly pale face. Their sharp noses also caught the scent of blood, and they instantly grew alert.
Tran inquired, "Sixth Master, did someone sneak onto the ship and hurt you? Where are you injured? Is it severe?"
Sixth Master's dark eyes, sharp as daggers, swept over them. "Shut up!"
Tran flinched, shrinking his neck, and dared not speak further. Our Boss is furious right now, absolutely furious, he thought. He's not a good man; he lives by the creed: 'If I'm miserable, everyone else will be too.' I don't want to get dragged into this.
"How did she get injured?" Walter asked.
Only then did everyone realize the blood was coming from Sienna Johnson. The metallic scent grew stronger. DRIP. DRIP... They saw blood flowing from her body, hitting the deck and forming a growing pool.
The men exchanged uneasy glances, their minds racing to fill in the blanks of what had happened. What in the world was going on? Did their Boss get too rough and make the woman bleed this much? Could Sixth Master actually be into S&M? He'd never shown any sign of such a taste before...
"How much longer till we dock?" Sixth Master asked.
"Two hours!"
The woman in his arms had already sunk into a deep coma, her face utterly drained of color. He was acutely sensitive to the scent of blood, and now it was all he could smell. "Two hours?" Sixth Master gritted his teeth. "In two hours, she'll have bled out completely!"