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

10

Baby

 

Five newly bald shave men wearing black jumpsuits were kneeling on the field, I can't see their faces for their back are turned however anyone can see that their bodies are trembling uncontrollably. 

These people don't have their hands bound in any way, with their built they can fight back or flee. I'm confounded as to why they chose to stay still as Charles' men are nowhere to be found to deter them.

As I look closer, there's a tiny illuminating bar code on their nape that appeared also along with the rest of the codes and panels on the plain white wall that can only be seen once the contact lenses are used.

 

"Who are they?" I asked, finally breaking my silence. as I still can't believe this is all happening to me. What does Charles have on them.  

"These were the same people who paid you to steal from me." Charles voice had a taunting hint, as he continues to talk he gives out small chuckles in between, showing excitement that he has caught us all. 

"See, I'm supposed to be somewhere else to test these new babies." as he swipes a photo on air, directing at me. A third dimensional formulation was plastered right in front of me.  

 

I've heard of this kind of smart projectors but I didn't think it would be as amazing as I'm experiencing it now as the rumors goes that it had a lot of lagging but this one was perfected for the keys are very sensitive and very accurate as my index plays with the virtual mirroring. 

For a brief moment, I forget who was in front of me, showing me this. I snap out of my elation when I see a description of a bomb-related bar code formula. Those barcodes are explosives hidden in the third layer of those men's muscles.

"They've got internal bombs in their necks." In a panic, I say this. My goosebumps appeared as soon as the words were spoken, my knees felt weak making me fall on the ground. My hands were flat on the floor as I hold myself up from collapsing. The air in the room suddenly feels dense and it's getting harder to breath. I feel dizzy so I kept my eye close.

Charles comes closer holding my face in place to see what's about to happen. 

"Open your eyes, I want you to see this," he shoves my face against the mirror. If I don't open them, he slaps me hard and continuously until I do.

"I didn't doubt your intelligence, I knew you'd figure my newly developed weapon. If you didn't so much pulled that stunt this would've been done somewhere else but you see I'm flexible when it comes to THINGS I like." He says this as he hoist me up to a sitting position. 

Charles had my whole body seated upright, I feel his one arm over my shoulder down right to my left breast holding me in place, as my breathing gets harder and tears are now starting to fall.  

"I do need to get a test reaction and your more than qualified." Charles voice sounded playfully evil.

I shake my head in a no motion as I knew what's he's planning to show me. 
"No no no stop this."I cried hard for him to stop but instead just laughter as I repeat the word no over and over again. 

 

He had the sensor recognize his retina and in one second, he pressed the switch to activate the internal bomb inside their bodies.

I watch as every single body lay dead one by one on the floor. Their eyes, ears and mouth had blood oozing out. 

Now it's my turn to tremble, and after seeing these gruesome massacres, I just cried for these guys. My face has turned white and all It shows is fear.

While my panic progresses, so do the questions in my head, one after the other. Did he just keep me alive so I might suffer the same fate? To experience the same level of anxiety and pain as they did? 

I closed my eyes as I go along with Charles dragging me to my seat at the table as I don't have the energy to walk.

"I know what you're thinking and you're getting it wrong! It's not you who's next but it'll be Astor's" 

Charles held my hair in a tight grip, guiding my head to look up as he air swipes up a monitor, showing Astor looking in a good condition and sitting in a bench drinking coffee with no signs of burn marks.

However, Charles zooms in on the same flashing bomb barcode on his nape. Fear opened my eyes. I immediately realized that this isn't a threat, but rather a promise to kill me if I ever step out of line.

"Nooo" I screamed even harder. 

"I expect for you to be a good girl from now on."He grips my hair harder making me look at his face. "Stop your crying now." Charles orders while I just nodded in agreement.

"What do you want from me?" I spat out.

"You" he simply answers while he wipes my face clean with a napkin towel. I try my best to compose myself as my heaving is almost contain. 

I see people cleaning the bodies and Charles air swipes the same hologram mountain image as earlier covering what really is happening out there. 

"We don't need that distraction."Charles says this, as his eyes were full of lust. I've never been this scared and vulnerable. 

He throws my robe away after removing it. He thrashed everything on the floor to clear the table. The clattering of the plates and cutlery as they fell to the floor could be heard.

He sat me on the table and ripped my dress. Opening my legs wide exposing my bare bottom part, he bends down to reach it. 

I sat there without any fight in me. I couldn't push him away and my tears were just rolling. All of this movement happened in a blink of an eye. He drew circles on my clitoral hood making me quickly feel hot. I feel my cheeks heat up. 

I then feel his tongue separates my folds. Licking it slowly from bottom to top, sucking my bud enough to make me feel the jolt and he repeats it a few more times earning him a moan from me.  I couldn't hold the pleasure he's giving me and I'm ashamed that he could make me feel this way for I couldn't hide it.

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