Beg Harder by Artemis Dianne (new reading .TXT) 📗

9

Baby

 

The very last emotion that washed over me was regret. This is the state of feeling repentant over something that failed.  So this is what really defeat feels like. 
 

Defeat. 
 

In a flash it brought me these questions, What do retrievers regret most the moment they knew their dying? The moment they look death in the eye for him to take them? 

Is it failed relationships or not even having one? Is it maybe missing opportunities to be real normal people? or just maybe simply living life more? 
As expected, these questions are only answered when it's too late. 

As for my luck tries to avoid me, my regrets wasn't the same. 

Regret said hello the minute I took the gun and aim it at Charles's head.  I hear all his men guns' elegant cocking ready to fire at me.  I'm surrounded by his men.

I look around for a possible way out, but the only exit is behind Charles and so many of his men blocking it.  
The pressure is real, I feel my sweat dripping more, His eyes were so bright and his wide menacing smile is telling me, he will enjoy every single moment the minute he gets his hands on me.  

I look at the gun and back at Charles and look at the gun again. For a quick second, My vision focus on the fingerprint scan indicator on my gun.  Once this gun recognizes a different finger print this will release a painful jolt of electricity. 

This was my exit, I've seen what this savage man is capable of and I won't endure being tortured for his sick amusement.  The second I pull the trigger this will electrocute my body, shocking my core, good enough to disable my whole upper body temporarily but if I pointed this closer to my brain I will surely perish. 

I knew it's time for my demise, I grew tired of this roller coaster's emotions packed in one day.  I wasn't Carly, this life was never meant for me. 

So my regrets. 

I was only a few hour's flight to my dream home near the beach, why didn't I choose to go there on my first year of hiding instead of some old city to have those damn paper trails.  Why did I wait to adopt a dog or two like I said I would but the most part I regret is why I didn't use that chance when they gave me the laptop to send my goodbye to Carly. 

I look at Charles's shocked face, As I put the gun on my head. As soon as I pulled the trigger, the room was completely dark, the shock made my eyes roll back on their own, I feel my body fall on the ground, feeling the excruciating pain, I still hear Charles's voice and his laughter on the background, I waited a moment, enduring the pain, trying to hold on to the gun that shocks my body until it completely took over me.
 

 

My eyelids have opened, my presence has awakened, and I have only one question! How did I come to be alive?

First thing I saw is my body's curled position and naked. Odd for I am not cold or not in pain. 
Even weirder that all the pain has vanished, no soreness in my mouth, the ugly cuts and dark marks all over my wrist and whole arms are completely gone as if I was a brand new toy that just came out from the factory. 

Even the five year old scar burns I acquired from cooking is completely erased. I touched my skin and it feels different. I sat up from where I was laying. I drew a lazy breath as my whole body feeling relax.

The room I'm in was all white and just a whole mirror stretch on the wall with a single bed, only a pillow but no blanket. I got up and went close to look at myself from the huge tall mirror. They shaved my pubic hair and all the other parts in my lower area. I'm completely exposed. I touched the mirror to check if it was a doubled glass use in interrogation room, to my relief it isn't. A sudden panic came through, sitting back down on the bed.

No no no not another trance! 
I don't think I would kill myself just to wake up and be killed again. 

My worries were interrupted when the door unexpectedly opened, and it was Charles dressed in a less intimidating manner. 
I immediately sat down on my kneeling position and covered my breasts.

"Its nothing I haven't seen, the sensor prompted me that you have woken up, I thought I should be the first one you should see." Charles voice was so calm, his whole demeanor is very collected.  It's not to be trusted. 
 

He just looked at me as I remained quiet, not making any movement. as I looked around and I don't see any sensor.

a good minute passed and he walked close to me.He pressed an invisible button on the wall where the bed is positioned.  A glass came out and water suddenly started pouring, once it was filled, Charles lifted it and the wall came back to normal as if there was no mechanism but a plain wall, my eyes were fascinated for the sophistication of this interior technology.  

"Here's some water, I know your thirsty. You were down for three days, this will wake up the rest of your organs."

I took the glass with one hand making sure my other hand is still covering both of my breast but not before giving him a hesitation look. 

"If you drink it Baby, I'll give you clot--."

Without even letting him finish I chug down the whole water in my mouth like I would down a shot, having a little water escape from my lips as It drips down my neck to my breast. I felt the thirst as I felt the weight on my hands. 

He chuckles and went on to the wall and press another button that I don't see. When a tiny closet door has opened, he quickly pulled a matching dress and a robe, a few seconds after and the wall just closed and went back to being a normal wall. 

I'm not in a trance; I'm really awake, and he's the one who kept me alive. Nobody has ever survived a brain impact like I did, so I'm not sure how it was achieved. Charles wants something and that's the only reason why I'm alive. 

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