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

26

BABY

 

To remain firm under this circumstances that I am in now is far from possible. Just one touch by Charles my body surrenders and melts on the spot. It's difficult to yield such misfortune which faith brought me. I have look into all my option and even death is out of the equation. 

So this is how my world is now! A world without our Aunt Madonna. Looking back the whole time, she's always been the one who has perfected each successful plan. I had it wrong all along, Carly and I didn't know what we were doing on the last pledge we have taken. I blame myself for I already knew that project was too easy, I should have put my foot down and fought Carly back to say no to that pledge. 

I woke up, as expected Charles has once again healed me with Nanogex. My hair is back to being dark again and he is nowhere to be found. I don't dare ask for him or where I am for its obvious they're too loyal or perhaps scared to tell my anything.

 

I'm no longer in the city; He's brought me someplace I'll never be able to leave, and even the people around me have a foreign accent. I was told that I may leave my room and enjoy the rest of the facility until Charles arrival. 

I spent the first two days wandering around the area, trying to figure out how to get out. As it turns out, I'm on a man-made island in the midst of the ocean. I tried fooling others into telling me where we were, but they seemed to know precisely what to say to me, as if they already knew what my response would be. as if they were perfectly tested and briefed. 

The place where I'm staying seemed strangely calm. The windows were all enormous and modernly design of no framing. I tapped on the thick wall but there seem to not have a single air swipe mechanism, I assumed I was back in the trance machine since the fresh warm air could easily flow in and out, but I could see straight away that the people surrounding me were genuine, feeding me three times a day with healthy snacks in between. 

The room I'm living in has an adjacent room that seems to be a closet since there were neutral-colored clothes hanging on one wall for me to use.

 

Charles loves broad and simple architecture, as well as vacant areas. I recall the very last meal we had, and how the people surrounding us knew precisely what to take away, clearing up the space until it was only the room itself remained. 

The same may be said about this lovely home. Who'd have guessed this location existed in the first place? I sat in front of the big frameless windows, watching a bunch of whales pass by once again. It's strange to see these magnificent creatures swim past on a regular basis, but I'm no fool; this isn't paradise; it's just a lovely cage. I know Charles enough to give me this illusion of freedom, I made that mistake by playing his games. I am patiently waiting now on whats next for all I could do is take everything in for now.

Endure it all.

I can never accept living a life in luxury like this so instead I quietly suffer patiently waiting for another chance to escape. His brother murdered my Aunt, and I want to spend the rest of my life attempting to revenge her death. 

As long as I stick to Charles theres always going to be an opportunity my path will cross Peters. I'm back in front of this window after a long stride around the area, as I have been liking to chill for a while. Looking out the window with my head on my knees, I can smell the fragrance of the ocean wafting through the air. 

 

My third morning of waking up and being served everything has come and gone, but this morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed with no hunger and with no motivation to get out of bed. I didn't eat anything for breakfast or lunch. For some strange reason the time move so quick, supper was served. I remained in bed the whole time, gazing out the window at the world outside. I've been in and out of sleep trying to suppress the frustration that can turn into something else which can sabotage the plan to play nice once again. 

I was expecting the same people to walk in to serve dinner, when I saw Charles on the door, making me sit up from the bed. "I didn't think you were the kind of person who would go on a hunger strike." Charles said, and I couldn't tell if he was teasing me or not. His long legs had gotten to where I was quickly.

He didn't even bother to wait for my response. I was taken aback since I had not anticipated his arriving so sudden, leaving me feel dumb for not knowing he could come at anytime. Immediately, he placed his lips on mine, a luscious kiss that penetrated every crevice of my mouth as his tongue rolled over mine. I was shock that I felt my eyes widened as both of his hands were on my cheeks holding it in place. He pulled away and just looked at me for a second.

He took my left hand and drag me outside the room and into a large scale luxury patio that matches the whole place. Sitting me down in one of the cloud couches in front of a modern warmer that has the same function as a fireplace. The sunset is on full view. It would have been romantic, If I was with a person i'm in love with. 

 

Charles sat and white wine was serve, when the staff was about to pour on my glass he had gesture for the water to be served to me instead. I gave a pout as that wine was looking so good.

"You should've eaten your meal earlier, now you don't get anything but since I like you. You can have water." Charles says, eating his perfectly plated meal in front of me while enjoying the white wine. It took a lot for me not to roll my eyes. I sat there, just looking at the wine and drank my water. I don't mind not having anything to eat for I really didn't have any appetite however that wine is so tempting to snatch it away from Charles. 

"How do you like it here?" Charles inquired. His eyes were so bright against the sun that he could easily captivate anybody. I hadn't noticed how his hair was pushed back today, making him more beautiful. He noticed me looking at him and I felt my face heat up, embarrassed that he had caught me. He chuckles and clears his throat, demanding answers, and his stare is fixed on mine. I can't afford to be careless because just because I'm here and he let me survive doesn't mean I should forget how terrible he can make me experience agony.

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