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Beg Harder 30
BABYWhen I think of returning to civilization, I get a sense of nostalgia that transports me back to my past self. My mind is urging me to escape away from it all once again. The moment I walked into this jumbo aircraft, my attention was immediately drawn to the items I might utilize for survival. My retriever instincts kicked in almost immediately. I can easily create a decompression in this aircraft, and I've seen how this plane can safely land on terrain or water.All of this is repressed by a simple grip on the leg with his single touch. Charles puts his hand on my thigh, gently squeezing it and putting it dangerously near to my front bottom to remind me that I am his possession as I was seated next to him.His methods for teaching me not to flinch or deflect his touches, regardless of who is in front of us, are deeply etched in my mind.One of the first times was while we were eating breakfast and a maid came in to swiftly bring us the remainder of the entrée; out of shame, I im
Beg Harder 31
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThere's always a difficult thing that comes along with all of the simple things. It is customary for Charles to take me to situations where he tortures individuals so that I may see what he would and could do to those who disobey him. Despite the fact that it had happened a few times before, I could never get used to it and would typically end up sobbing till I passed out.The fact that he claimed to have people for literally everything was not an exaggeration. He was known to have a specific group of people who would provide him with clean towels whenever his hand became soiled with blood, and I remember those guys from the day he set Astor on fire, which also happened to be the same day I was tortured in the lab by him. I have only hazy recollections of who cleaned me in the lab, but I believe it was the same crew who belonged to this category of job description.I'm sure he also has a group of retrievers who he has under the payroll. I'm dying to know who he hi
Beg Harder 32
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWMy nerves are highly strung, I regret even trying to have a conversation with Rich. I asked one of the attendants to call Rich so that I could have a word but I was informed that he's already left for another location. I sigh deeply as to why did I have an outburst like that, I have really been acting crazy lately, and on top of that tired most of the time but who wouldn't act crazy if you were to be put in this situation?I finished the dinner prepped for me, another of Charles doing, I was told that I have to consume whatever is on the plate regardless If I like it or not. I try my best to remember the last time I actually ate something very oily and fried, it is all I've been craving lately. I have tried to request for something close to that sort but when it was presented in front of me, it was quickly taken away orders by Charles according to Rich. The whole team that's been working on polishing me all afternoon seems to have gotten used to my gloomy mood.
Beg Harder 33
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWMy pupils are constricted. Charles's body is in front of me, and I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks as well. I'm feeling a lot of pressure about what's about to happen to me. My mind is already preparing for the agony that is about to occur to me. I'm sure he didn't subject me to watch all those tortures these past days for nothing.Finally, the back of his finger brushes against my wet cheeks. My body has been trained well from flinching his touch. "Baby, look at me." As I open my eyes to look at him, he commands, slowly cupping my cheeks with both of his hands. The only thing I could utter with a slight tone."I'm sorry.""I understand. Let's blame it on your hormones." Charles responds as he removes the rifle from my grasp. His whole demeanour was so calm as if he knew that I didn't have in me to do it.He issues an air swipe command, and a group of people rushes in—plating meals and setting the table.The only time he was able to calm my nerves a little
Beg Harder 34
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWAll of my motions have been limited, and this includes walking. They have me hooked up to a machine that causes my body to be partly paralyzed for a few hours every day to help me complete rest while the bleeding from my placenta is occurring. Every three hours, a designated person comes in to stretch my limbs and sit with me while several experts are carefully watching me.My baby.The term itself is identical to my given name. I recalled my father's explanation of why they named me Baby, and it brought back memories. All the time, people ridiculed me for my unusual forename. Still, my father, as he always did, was excellent at explaining the significance of my given name to their most cherished and youngest daughter, which I appreciated. As far as we know, our great grandmother had the same name as our grandmother, who was well-liked and respected by the community for having an enormous heart and refusing to listen to detractors. I recall him telling me that no
Beg Harder 35
CHARLES The second she opened her eyes, coming out of that trance, I knew there was something special about her. I knew she would make it very interesting for me and she didn't disappoint. The first time I heard her beg, I knew it would be so easy and that she was already going to be mine. She's breathtakingly gorgeous, and when combined with her incredible physique, she can bring any powerful man to his knees. Baby was destined to fall on my hands and learning how pure she was just added to the excitement of the circumstances.I've never met a woman before in my life who is willing to go to such lengths to save her family's lives, but everything has a limit, even her dedication. I was already anticipating that she would get weary of the same old, same old threats against her family members.The only way to keep her alive and moving on was for me to give her a purpose. I need this one to stick for good, and having the baby within her will help cement our relationship even more. The
Beg Harder Epilogue
BABY'S POINT OF VIEW The exquisite make-up that I loved so much and the assistant spent a long time on is now smeared with Charles' blood. I swallow hard at how awful I appear when I gaze in the mirror in this airplane's lavatory. There were dried tears and blood all over my face. The cool water felt wonderful against my skin as I washed my face clean and a small bruise was already appearing from the hard smack I got. Both my hands were never this dirty. I rushed to clean it, with my head trying to grasp the idea of finally being over. I tried to remove all the blood and dirt as much as I can off of my face, "Hold on Breath it's over" I chant repeatedly as I try to believe everything that is happening. All of the terrible memories are beginning to resurface and all the assault goes in the back of my brain. All those days he manipulated me and ravaged my body quickly comes back to me. The sensation of my body beginning to tremble prompted me to grip the sink tightly in order to
Beg Harder Epilogue Part 2
CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW A white flare pierces my eyes, and I get a whiff of a sour and acidic cheese flavor that immediately follows."Fuck," I shout, and it reverberates across the whole room. I managed a sliver of a chuckle, since who would have imagined that I would ever find myself in this situation? This is the smell chemical that they use to wake you inside your trance state. The trance machine effect isn't working on me. I know a lady is on her way who will give me the impression of my mother at any moment, so I glance around, and there it is, the familiarity of my old bedroom from a period when things were much easier as if this illusion would really work on me. How can my brother be so completely ignorant of the fact that I would be aware if he ever placed me in this situation? I'm sitting up in my big old bed, which still has the same soft cover when the lady walks in exactly on cue as anticipated. Her steps lead her to me, and I halt her until she reaches the base of the
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