Regretting Divorce

Chapter 67 

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It was a bad idea to go out with him. It was proved when they pulled over across from a pub where couples were shamelessly making out by the wall and on the ground. The area was dark and surrounded by trees and heart wrenching silence. 

Claire had sensed Pavel wasn’t a good company for her long back. But only when he grazed her butt on their way inside the pub did she finally conclude that he was not just bad but rather a walking warehouse of red flags 

“Claire, you haven’t touched your drink yet. What are you thinking? Drink it” Pavel raised the glass to her lips. 

“Ern, yeah, I will. Give it to me.” 

She had to insist to him for a while to let the glass be in her possession, and that she would drink it on her own 

When Pavel shifted to the other side to talk to a man, Claire took a deep shaky breath as she stared at the drink in front of her. Something about it didn’t make her feel right which is why it was sitting untouched on the table. 

This was like what? Third time, he was asking her to finish her drink. Why was that? Because it was spiked? Claire didn’t even assume the rest. She ler the drink sit in its spot as she stuck her thighs together. 

The place was warm with so many bodies creating heat and unbearable stink of sex and lust. She was still cold and her nose was numb from all the deep breathing. She was trying to stay calm to avoid attracting Pavel’s attention 

He still presumed she was an imbecile. That she hadn’t detected his ill–omened intentions. She was merely putting up with his act so he would not become cautious of her vigilance. She had to stay calm if she had to get out of there unharmed. And the chance would become thinner and thinner if Pavel got the smell of her watchfulness. 

Jitters spread through Claire as she heard loud moans coming from the adjacent booth. It made her realize they were sitting in a dark booth surrounded by men and women eating out each other. Only a few red bulbs were in every corner, lighting the place. She checked her phone and bile rose to her mouth 

There was no network. Thus, eliminating her chance to get out without Pavel. She couldn’t place a call and eventually couldn’t summon a savior, 

“Claire,” Pavel’s voice close to her face made her hackles rise. 

She wanted to shift but a man sat to her side, sandwiching her between the two. She would graze his back with her side if she moved. So she stayed still, allowing Pavel to breach her privacy. 

“You are sweating, Claire. Everything alright!” 

Claire shivered because Pavel’s voice held a scary undertone despite it being calm. It spoke of his sinful intentions 

“I.. I want to get out of here, Pavel Let’s leave here. L. Claire was honest with her feelings. 

She still had hope that Pavel may take her back home if she insisted on him. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Claire. I see this is your first time coming here. His words confirmed he wasn’t looking forward to granting her 

soon. 

“I just don’t like it here. This is out of my taste. Please, take me out of here” 

“Alright, fine. First drink this” 

Claire was about to refuse as she didn’t want to be drugged because everything about the setting seemed like it. 

“It’s water, Claire. Don’t worry I will not make you consume anything intoxicating if you’re not feeling well” 

r wish any time 

Relief settled in the pit of her stomach. It was as little as a sand grain. But she was calming down. There was still hope of getting out of here, and only Pavel could do that. 

“Thanks” Claire kept tremors out of her tone in order to indicate she trusted him. 

She pretended to drink water before she loosened her hold on the glass. The front of her dress got soaked in water. She moaned in distaste as she attempted to jerk water off her dress. 

“Uh–ola! My hands were sweaty Claire faked an apologetic look. “Can you tell me where the washroom is?” 

“Frm, but You don’t have to come with me, Pavel, just tell me the route. I will be back in a minute? 

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“Okay. So it is…” Pavel smiled and gave her the direction to the restroom. 

Claire followed the directions shared by him. But instead of taking the last turn that was supposed to take her to the restroom, she took right. 

The right turn was to take her out of the pub. Claire took long strides as she tried not to totter and fall for her knees were shaking and the length of her exposed legs were numb despite the warm air. It was terror consuming her from bottom to top. 

All the control she had kept on her body metamorphosed to mush. Her nerves rushed with adrenaline as she hastily moved towards the exit. 

She swore not to go out with any man like this again. No matter h 

how closely she knew him. Not at all. 

Claire could see a worn–out door. It appeared ominously dangerous like a door to hell. A red bulb was aglow on the top, making her steps falter. Claire stopped and gaped at the knob. She surmised whether she should open it. 

“Claire?” Pavel’s voice echoed in the empty corridor. 

Claire gawked over her shoulders and without a second thought she got hold of the knob of the door. 

“Claire, I told you not to take the right turn. It leads to the exit. Why are…” His last words became incoherent as she twisted the knob and pushed it 

ореп 

Her eyes seemed to become blank from fear as Pavel’s following footsteps thudded in her ears, Claire didn’t look straight as she ran into a hard chest. She let out a yelp as cold hands grasped her by the shoulders. 

“Haha, you are a genius, Maury! The girl literally did as you have narrated. She took the right turn thinking that it would take her out of the pub, walking right into our lair though. You deserve our praise.” A sinister laughter buzzed in Claire’s ears, making terror engulf her completely. 

Tbc…. 

Claire is in danger. Will Hunter be able to save her?