Chains in the Deep - Chapter 5

I recalled the past one by one and shared it with him.

After listening, his reaction was chillingly cold: “As you said, I have no feelings for you, so naturally I wouldn’t care about your actions. I didn’t even know you had imitated her.”

“Hahaha.” I let out a bitter, self-mocking laugh.

He continued, “I also remember the first time I met you. Back then, you were lively, healthy, carefree. I indeed saw you as a spoiled, naive little sister.

“Look at you now, pale, thin, mentally… twisted. Why go to such lengths? I told you when you forced me back then, a woman must know self-respect and self-love. And you have lived yourself into a criminal. – Would anyone fall in love with a rapist?”

“I understand, it’s all my own doing,” I admitted frankly. “I have a personality defect, not knowing how to love. And you, never gave me a chance. Your gaze always followed her, stingy to spare me a glance.

“To this day, the kind of deep love I long for still remains in that moment at nineteen, glimpsed outside the hospital room. Perhaps, I can never truly have it in this lifetime.”

“You make yourself sound quite pitiful,” Alistair pondered for a moment, his gaze sharp as a knife, “But, are you sure this is the whole truth you want to tell me?”

The wind stopped, leaving only the waves lazily surging. Our small boat floated in the middle of the ocean, as if forgotten by the world.

The black boatman had taken down the sail, arms crossed, impatiently waiting. He was waiting for me to die, then start the diesel engine to return. Perhaps they would even jump into the sea to wet their bodies, making this “accident” look more convincing.

I raised an eyebrow in surprise, “You know there’s another version?”

“I don’t know.” His lips curled into a cold smile, “So, there is indeed another version?”

“You’re bluffing.”

“I just hope you can honestly face your own heart.” He stared at me, word by word.

“Are you sure you want me to say it?” I laughed, “If I say it, you won’t bear to kill me.”

My “insurance measure” lies in this second version.

“Go ahead.” His voice was devoid of emotion.