Titanic: True Love Forever

Chapter 36: Need

"I should tie your feet as well." Carl covered his mouth hard, a pitiful look of pain and embarrassment on his face. He stood where the end of the bed was, leaning against the bedposts, those bed curtains draped down beside him, and he impatiently squeezed the damned fabric aside.

"You could still take bandages and mummify me and throw me in a coffin for safekeeping." I didn't look much better than he did, my long hair biting into my mouth. The nightgown was all but piled up to where my thighs were from the mess I had just made. Carl looked down my skirt with his messy hair and saw two legs in white.

"Look again gouge out your eyes." I said coldly, having known better, and wanting to be tied up to try and be a passable kidnap victim before I escaped, lest they have a moment's thought to throw me overboard. But I realized I wasn't that cultured, and for the first time I wanted so badly to press someone hard into the toilet and flush them out. I immediately stretched out one leg and caught the corner of my skirt with my toes before gently pulling it down to flatten it.

Carl, who was covering his mouth, his eyes twitching out of the corner of his eye, his eyes glued to my toes, until I had pulled the skirt all the way down to my ankles, and he was still staring unrepentantly.

I have seen shameless have not seen so perverted, simply is a gentleman scum clothes beast.

"You're just an orphan and a thief, I can change your life." Carl suddenly defiantly said to me, he looked "master is right, master is a big money you should give me a knee" arrogant look, dead not admit that he was rejected.

Manipulating your life is the right thing to do. I don't want to talk to this kind of asshole with a leaky brain. With a sore neck, probably a little twisted from trying too hard earlier, I heavily rested my head back on the pillow and raised my eyes upwards with a tired look on my face. Finally and breathlessly, I say, "I'm changing my life on my own, I don't need your second-hand shit."

"You have no money, no parents, no future, you have nothing." Carl was irritated by my attitude, he blew up with a mocking smile and an incredibly underhanded look, and with a few cold grunts he continued, "What gives you the right to change, and you're still a criminal, as long as you don't have my understanding, a jail cell awaits you as soon as you get off the boat." He stepped to one side as he spoke, proudly and disdainfully looking at me coldly with an attitude of contempt.

I ...... was speechless.

"And you're just a woman." He said perkily, pouring himself a glass of wine in the process and taking a sip with a very familiar and elegant movement.

Alcoholic, curse you cirrhosis of the liver.

I'd love for him to give this speech at a feminist movement, it would be a great scene.

Carl stood beside the table, glass in hand, the alcohol providing him with a very large amount of courage, which allowed him to continue to surround himself with a disdainful hedgehog shell so as to hide his pride, which I had stomped on. He let out a laugh and said, "It's just a woman, and I know what you all want. Nice clothes, fancy dinner parties, cars and houses to show off, and yes, jewelry, the bigger the piece the more valuable it is." He propped his hands on his hips with a smile that said he had seen the world and had been through it all.

"I have all of those, lots of them." The corners of Carl's mouth quirked up as he downed all of his wine with something of a reminder, then held the empty glass next to his lips, grinning with a bit of slightly drunken excitement.

I gave him a disinterested look before continuing to raise my eyes to the wall panels, the first class decorations on the Titanic were left directly to the shipyard workers. It was said that the designers drew large amounts of design paper and then sent it to the workers to be finished piece by piece. Even the fireplace is divided into several pieces and then moved to the ship to join together, the shipyard workers can be in the first joint situation, to ensure that the ship's various design parts can be assembled without any error. No wonder Andrew was so proud, their shipyards were the cream of the crop.

I find it much more interesting to look at the relief designs here than at Carl's smug face.

Carl saw that I was ignoring him, and he put down his glass a little to himself, then he turned and walked out. I was just about to let out a sigh of relief and celebrate the fact that the nuisance was finally gone when within a few minutes he walked back in, a dark blue, fine velvet box in his hand, and walked over to the bed.

I glanced at him sleepily and saw that he seemed afraid to get too close, hovering by the bed a couple of times before he sat down on my bed with a bit of a death-wish posture of alertness, half of his hips next to the edge of the bed, looking like he was on guard against my feet at all times.

"You must not have seen it before, I'll open it up for you." Carl placed the box on his lap, his fingers brushing against the clasp as if he were opening a birthday present kind of gesture. He opened the box. Then handed the box to my eyes, really forcing you to look at it even if you don't.

I wasn't paying attention, and a smooth, beautiful deep blue slipped into my eyes, cold blue diamonds that flowed in the light.

Carl's long, slender fingers touched the cold diamond, and he lifted the chain, picking the diamond up and casually resting the box in a chair at the foot of the bed, and he said softly with a wink, "It's the sea ......"

"The Star of the Sea." I smoothly picked up the words for him.

"Well, it's ......"

"A royal item, belonging to that unlucky man Louis XVI who got his head chopped off, fifty-six carats, worth around half a million or six hundred thousand dollars if you buy it at this time. By the way, it is said that whoever wears this diamond is unlucky for the rest of his life, can you take it away? I don't want to be cursed." I kindly reminded him of this, and by the way, finished all the words he wanted to show off first.

Carl came in with a happy look on his face, only to have his mouth flatten and choke on his throat before he could say anything. The diamond in his hand is really a time to take back is not right, and then stuffed to me to see I do not care. Smile froze hard frozen for a few seconds, then he said in irritation: "How do you know this? Who else is going to be unlucky for the rest of their lives, this is the Star of the Sea, something made especially for royalty."

Isn't it bad luck enough that the French royal family is finished?

"I'm poor, the royal family is none of my business." I really can't wait for him to go away quickly, taking a piece of diamond and waving it around in front of other people's eyes, refracting the light is trying to destroy my eyes and make me nearsighted?

"You can change, you can have it if you accept my plan." Carl grabs the diamond in his hand and doesn't mind choking on it. He looked me up and down for a moment, like he was contemplating how to cut me into pieces with his gaze. Then his hand goes to where my shoulder blades are, his fingers carrying a bit of the coolness of the season from exposure, a coolness that is instantly warmed by my skin. And the heart of the ocean in the palm of his hand soon fell to my skin, his fingers shaking a little as he wrapped them around the diamond chain before slowly tracing it down my shoulder blade, to the back of my neck.

I didn't move a muscle as I watched him, and that burning emotion in his gaze tumbled out again, almost swallowing me whole and locking me up in the pupils of his eyes.

The sliding of his fingers sends goosebumps running down my spine, and I hear his breathing intensify, a surprising layer of sweat marking his forehead underneath his short, disheveled black hair. He reaches out with his other hand and ruffles some of my long, loose hair from the pillow, his hands touching the back of my neck to place the diamond chain around my neck.

After tying it on, his hands didn't leave, but instead touched my neck with a smile that I couldn't tell if it was nervous or excited, and said to me, "See, it fits, you're fit to stay here, no one can say no to these."

I felt a heavy weight on my chest, but I soon ignored that weight, instead Carl's near face took up all my attention. He's getting closer, his lips visibly opening and closing a little, a look of confusion and unknown passion in his eyes, and the thumb holding my neck rubs against the side of my jaw in a clear teasing gesture.

Breaths were inescapably intertwined, the heated scent of alcohol and the smell of the air oppressing me as I struggled to breathe.

"You can have everything you want and I'll give it to you." Carl whispered, his voice a little pitchy and husky, his expression terribly serious.

I frowned, finally unable to hold back the hardness of resistance, I didn't like this position of being forcefully invaded, he was too close to me, too close to resist.

Maybe the resistance under my eyes was too obvious, Carl finally came back to his senses, he was a bit embarrassed and let go of my neck with both hands, then sat up straight, but the words on his mouth were strong, "You won't have the chance to see this kind of jewelry in the future, it's very expensive, it's enough to make you the most dazzling existence."

I put my foot back on the bed slowly with a secret effort, kind of a shame he ran away so fast, if he had maintained that position for another second just now, I would have just sent him sprawling to the floor with a side kick.

I don't have much of a collection fetish for rocks like this, I'm not naturally inclined to have too many things hanging off my body because it gets in the way of feeling the rhythm of my body's breathing. I c****d my head and lowered my eyes to look at the ocean star in front of my chest before telling the guy next to the bed, "Take it back, I don't need it."

Carl, somewhat confused by my words, ran his hand over the back of his neck and said in confusion, "Take it back?"

I nodded, then gave him a confident smile, like standing under the lights at a stage curtain call to all the audience. "I can still be the shining light even without the Ocean Star, so I don't need it."

Carl stops all his uncomfortable little movements as he gazes at me uncomprehendingly, a cargo of confusion that makes him look disheveled and incredulous. He repeated, somewhat bemused, "Don't need it?"

I didn't want to communicate with the parrot and really wanted to cut out his tongue and shove him in his cage.

"Women are in need of this." Carl whispers a little sadly, he probably wasn't paying attention to his tone of voice and that's why he accidentally gave off this slightly childish expression.

How old are you? I don't want to coax a child, I can't even try to sleep peacefully, I'm not even sad what are you sad about.

"So what else do you like?" Carl seemed to be realizing that the emotion in his voice was off, and he hastily gathered up his outward mood and remedied it by asking me in a patronizing manner.

"I want to sleep, can you untie my hands?" My hands were so numb and quick to take away the Ocean Star as well, resting on my neck I was having trouble breathing in my sleep.

"I'll hire you a good French costume designer." Carl has the bug again and starts ignoring the person in question on the side, trying hard to make some plans that have nothing to do with anyone else.

"Untie the rope." I sigh breathlessly.

"The apartment can pass into your name." Carl lowers his head and starts fingering the ring on his pinky, the same way he's counting bills.

"...... diamonds away." I had a headache trying to communicate with him.

"Every week, I'll visit you." Carl doesn't even look at me and continues to play with his fingers on the side.

Help ...... help, what the hell did this guy grow up on, can he automatically block out anything he doesn't want to hear?

"What else do you want?" He finally looked up at me with a longing look on his face, as if someone at the end of the world was longing for the dawning of salvation. It was as if my need could pull him out of the depths of hell, and he seemed to already know that I didn't need anything, and that he had nothing to impress me, so he didn't even want to hear my refusal.

I smiled feebly at him and gestured for him to come over, and Carl was momentarily unguarded as he was seduced by the look in my eyes. He sidled closer to me and my smile stayed the same, never had I smiled so sweetly and beautifully at a man before, and he continued to come closer as his head didn't work too well, worried that he had missed some cue.

When he was sitting in a position to come to my knee, I smiled a grimace, the back of my foot to the calf, calf to the knee, at the same time my body naturally borrowed the force downward, with all the strength of the foot bent up, with the knee to his waist with a side of force, a ruthless attack can be kicked to break the other side of the bone in a line completed.

Carl had no time to dodge, his whole body was instantly kicked off the bed by me, and he rolled onto the carpet with a groan of pain.

After kicking this bastard I finally feel better mood, side head to see his face full of cold sweat to grab his kicked place, the bottom of the eyes of the blank has not yet faded clean, but the face of the kind of instinctive cold traces have appeared, pissed off his this guy will kill.

I'd rather see the light of day with an old poodle than talk by candlelight with this incommunicable beast.

Before he growled and tried to strangle me, I finally relented and blurted out to him, "How old are you, don't p***y out on me." Stupid, being rejected and still not admitting it, money money money, head is all air except money right you.

He was yelled at by me and froze, his eyes flinched a little.

"And it's not my profession to be a shoplifter much less a ghetto cross-dresser, put away your savior's expression." How dare he make such a messy demand and look like he's doing me a favor, what the hell kind of nasty f*****g profession did he put in his brain for me, and anyone who can show their thighs and dance isn't a good woman anyway is she.

"And take this broken rock away, it's so heavy it's preventing me from sleeping." The Ocean Star thing is of no use, can't eat it, can't sell it, and the insured is still his father. The most important thing is, how much existence must be lacking to wear this necklace around all day.

Carl pressed down on his waist and just lay there on the carpet looking up at me.

I can't even begin to describe the way he looked at me, the fear of being close and wanting to cling to me was so strange I couldn't understand it.

Finally he tried to speak again, "So do you ...... like paintings? Art?"

I, ......

Someone help me get him killed and I'll give you the Ocean Star.