100 Preserve and plead

Clara's heart ran cold. This wasn't going the way she planned.

"BAMM!!" The door to the upper deck opened.

"STOP IT!!" She screamed. "STOP ITT!!!" She screamed again. "STOOPP ITT--"

Mad John halted his steps. He turned around and twisted Clara's neck up to gaze at him.

She wanted to scream at his face, but instead, when she saw his eyes flickering over her every being, she resisted. There was a deep seething hatred in his eyes, a hatred that she would never have bothered to look at or feel disturbed by if she was on the other side of this aggression.

It was like a cruel joke. A one-sided humour that she felt the world was playing on her. Here she was, being dragged to be thrown into the sea by a sea slave all because she had been the cause of his misfortune and adversity in an already pitiable life.