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As soon as the unfamiliar man left, Claire thought she would finally have a moment of peace, but another man sat down beside her. He wore a black leather jacket and sunglasses, holding a drink in his hand, with a faint smile on his face. Claire glanced over and was surprised to find him familiar, but she didn't dwell on it and continued smoking, enjoying the numbness that the smoke brought.
"The party is quite nice... though there seems to be plenty of evidence and suspects around," the man said in a low voice, laced with disdain and sarcasm. "Claire, with so many cases against you, are you sure you don't want to behave yourself?"
Claire was startled by the voice and looked up sharply to meet the man's gaze. She froze, recognizing the familiar face behind the sunglasses—it was Detective Jack.
"Jack? What are you doing here?" Claire's tone revealed a hint of fear and unease as she forced herself to calm down, trying to mask her inner turmoil. "This is my party; what do you want here?"
Jack removed his sunglasses, revealing sharp eyes that locked onto Claire. "I came to see if there's an opportunity to gather some evidence to put you, the so-called feminist warrior, back behind bars."
Claire feigned calmness, exhaling a puff of smoke as she coldly replied, "Are you really that bored, Jack? There are plenty of people breaking the rules at this party; you can't possibly catch everyone."
Jack scoffed and leaned closer to Claire, his tone carrying a hint of threat. "Maybe not, but I know that one day you'll make an undeniable mistake, and when that happens, I'll be there to catch you."
Claire's hands trembled slightly as she struggled to maintain her composure, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of panic. "You can't do this to me, Jack. I have my supporters; I have lawyers... you can't hurt me."
Jack laughed loudly, his voice cutting through the noise of the party. He leaned in closer and whispered, "Claire, your situation is truly dire. You've forgotten why you became famous and who you really are. You're not a feminist; you're just a cowardly clown avoiding reality."
Anger surged within Claire, but she fought to hide it and continued smoking marijuana without looking at Jack. She knew that maintaining her cool was her only defense against him.
"Not to mention all the cases against you," Jack continued with a smirk in his eyes. "The murder case involving Mark is still under appeal, along with multiple charges of harassment, vandalism, robbery... Do you really think you can keep escaping forever?"
Claire's hands shook slightly as the smoke formed a haze before her; she took a deep breath in an attempt to calm her rising agitation.
"Do you realize how dangerous your situation is, Claire?" Jack pressed on relentlessly. "Every step you take could be wrong; every move you make is being watched. Do you think those supporters truly care about you? They’re just using you; once you're no longer useful to them, they'll discard you without hesitation."
The more Claire listened, the more irritated she became; she felt her sanity teetering on the edge. She knew Jack was right but refused to admit it or face reality.
"Shut up, Jack!" Claire finally snapped in frustration. "I know what you're thinking, but you can't break me!"
Jack chuckled coldly and leaned even closer, whispering again: "Claire, you're just deceiving yourself. Do you really think you can keep going like this? Sooner or later you'll slip up; when that happens, I'll definitely catch you."
A chill ran down Claire's spine as she realized Jack wouldn't let her off easily. She tried to calm herself down and forced herself not to get angry.
"Just wait and see, Jack," Claire said coldly, a hint of determination in her eyes. "I will prove you wrong."
Jack stood up, put on his sunglasses, and sneered, "We'll see about that."
Claire watched Jack's retreating figure, a surge of intense anger and unease swelling within her. She muttered curses under her breath, "That bastard thinks he can disrupt my stable life. It's ridiculous!" Her voice trembled slightly, but she fought to maintain a strong facade.
Her hands shook slightly as smoke swirled in front of her, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil inside. However, Jack's words echoed in her mind like poison; the more she thought about it, the greater the pressure and fear grew within her. She knew he was right—her situation was indeed precarious.
The emptiness in her heart expanded endlessly, as if swallowing all her false courage whole. Deep down, a voice reminded her that no matter how much she tried to escape, the sins of her past could never be erased. She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to regain her composure, but the fear and guilt surged like a tide.
Suddenly, she sensed a familiar presence beside her. She opened her eyes wide; in an instant, Mark was sitting next to her again, grinning at her with a mocking expression. His blood-stained face and the derision in his eyes sent a chill down Claire's spine.
"Hey, Claire, are you scared?" Mark's voice was low and icy, laced with mockery. "Do you think you can escape everything? Do you really believe these parties and this noise can cover up the emptiness inside you?"
Claire's heart raced as she tried to ignore the illusion of Mark, but she felt her strength rapidly fading. It was as if she were trapped in an unending nightmare; no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free from the torment within.
"Look at your life now, Claire; how absurd it is," Mark continued to whisper, seemingly mocking her helplessness. "You think you can control everything, but you can't escape your own sins."
Claire's gaze became vacant as tears welled up in her eyes. She knew she couldn't continue like this. Taking a deep drag from a marijuana cigarette, she tried to numb herself and push the fear and pain away.
"I won't let him win," she told herself internally, but that confidence felt so fragile. Deep down inside, she knew she was firmly gripped by guilt and fear with no way out.
She struggled to appear strong, forcing a cold smile onto her face. "Do you think you can scare me, Mark? I won't let anyone break my life—especially not you!"
Mark's smile grew colder, his eyes filled with endless mockery. "Claire, you'll never be rid of me. You know it; deep down you understand."
In a fit of rage, Claire shouted and suddenly stood up, marching over to the DJ booth. Angrily addressing the DJ, she exclaimed, "Damn it! What the hell? Isn't it too quiet?"
The male DJ looked worried and cautiously replied, "Boss, it's too loud; it might disturb the neighbors..."
A glint of madness flashed in Claire's eyes as she leaned close to the DJ's face, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke directly at him. Her tone dripped with threat and coldness: "I said do what I tell you! Are you defying a woman's rights? Don't you know those regulations are meant to suppress women? Don't you realize those laws are made by men to limit women? Huh! Are you one of those male chauvinists?"
DJ coughed from the smoke, his face showing a mix of embarrassment and fear as he wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded helplessly, "Alright, boss, I'll turn up the volume."
Claire smirked coldly, her eyes filled with fervor and madness. "That's more like it. You men are always trying to silence us women, but I won't let you succeed."
She turned away from the DJ booth and returned to the sofa, continuing to smoke marijuana. Suddenly, the music became deafening, shaking the walls of the room, and the party atmosphere grew even more frenzied and chaotic. The crowd danced wildly to the rhythm of the music, as if everything had reached a climax in this crazy night.
Claire sat on the sofa, staring blankly at everything before her. She knew that this party, like her life, was an absurd drama. She took a deep drag from the marijuana, feeling the smoke spread in her lungs, temporarily bringing a sense of numbness.
Her heart was filled with contradictions and emptiness; she couldn't find true peace. She knew that she had found a moment of comfort in this endless revelry, but the scar within her could never heal.
"This is my life," Claire silently repeated to herself, forcing herself to accept this reality. She understood that this crazy game couldn't stop because once it did, she would have to face an unbearable truth within.
She looked at the people in the dance floor moving passionately, her gaze revealing a hint of disgust and mockery. "They think this is freedom? Ridiculous!"
"You people will never understand," she murmured softly to herself, her tone filled with despair and pain. She knew that her life had long since passed the point of no return; that inner torment would always accompany her.
She stood up and walked to the bar, grabbing a drink and taking a hard swig. The sharpness and stimulation of the alcohol temporarily numbed her nerves, but that inner emptiness and guilt still lingered.
Suddenly, she felt dizzy as if the entire room was spinning. She struggled to steady herself, but that sense of powerlessness grew stronger. She knew she couldn't continue like this.
"Keep going, Claire, keep up this performance," she told herself with a charming smile on her face, though her eyes betrayed a hint of helplessness and despair. She understood that this mad game couldn't stop because once it did, she would have to confront an unbearable truth within herself.
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