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

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BABY

 

When 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 immediately covered my breast and pushed his hand away. I could see pure rage in his eyes. 

He grabbed my robe, ripping it in half, exposing my whole body to the scared maid who were confuse on what's about to happen and started shaking in fear from Charles growl. 

"You never ever resist in no circumstance." Charles says, He quickly jams me roughly inside my dry walls, bitting me on my tiny traps.

He had punished me by having me every morning as everyone else laid the table for breakfast, and it only stopped one morning when I accepted it, stopped weeping, and stopped fighting him in front of everyone.
 

Charles's hand stopped moving as he heard a clearing of the throat, signaling the presence of another individual. According to what I have gathered, Rich is his name and is known to be Charles's, right-hand man. He eventually acknowledges me with his low-key critical remarks about proper socializing, and he doesn't try to hide the fact that he doesn't like me in front of Charles. 

"I could easily shut him out of that little tight secured system to teach him a lesson," I thought to myself as I look at the glass tablet he's holding, but instead I played nice and kept all of my answers to him short and polite.


 

Civilized.
 

Despite the fact that I am ignorant of the new world and everything that is advanced in high culture at this time, one thing I am is well-mannered. 

Immediately after the first meal served on board the airplane, I fell asleep and remained asleep during the whole trip, only waking up about an hour before we landed. There is clearly something wrong with me that causes me to always be drowsy. It must have been all of those sleepless nights with Charles that have now caught up with me.

The jumbo jet touched down at a camouflage airport.The influence and power of Charles is on full display. The second his foot touched this country's land, it showed so much power. He had a large group of people waiting for him to kiss the path steps. I recognize some of the famous faces as they welcome him back.

Charles barely pauses for a few seconds to shake hands with each individual before moving on to the next. 

After being taken aside and clasped my wrist with the same diamond bracelet that Charles had previously placed on me, Rich said that I had to stand back since I hadn't been properly introduced to society and didn't have the right to meet any of these important individuals. 

I was taken aback because I had underestimated the importance of his position in the underground world, and I had not anticipated the demand for his appearance. 

He has a full set of people that catered to us from what I noticed everyone has specific jobs and knew exactly how to work around Charles. I sat down next to Rich in a luxury car that has driven us to another location. We had to go up on the rooftop where we met with Charles to take a chopper to finally bring us to another extravagant modern-looking building.

All of this is just now dawning on me as I'm being strapped in by Charles, who is sitting next to me in the helicopter. That voice that tells me I can flee is gradually diminishing as my confidence in facing him dwindles. He had me in the palm of his hand the whole time, and if he wanted to kill anybody, he could simply do it. I was never going to stand a chance. I'm terrified for Carly and her family's future. I'm going to have to completely surrender to him. My tears fill up once again as I realize I'm totally defeated. 

"Auwww is the city really that overwhelming?." Charles teases me as he notices my tears. 

"It's beautiful." I tried to cover what I'm feeling but he can see through my deceit.

"Is it now Baby?" He simply replies, knowing why exactly why I'm tearing up. None of us didn't want to say out loud for some odd reason but he knew this would happen that's why he allowed for those people to welcome us. 

 

The new location was larger than the previous one. I've only been here for almost two weeks and I've only accessed a few floors. Rich made certain that a large number of his employees kept a close watch on me. The first week was difficult for me to adapt since I was still attempting to get a taste of the new air swiping system. I got caught once putting on those smart contact lenses, but I was immediately removed from the system. Charles had just let me off with a warning for some reason; I'd like to believe he's warmed up to me, but I know that's not the case. The atmosphere has also changed dramatically. 

Every day, someone comes to my room to check on my well-being. The recommendation was made for me to train, and Charles immediately appointed a daily trainer to work with me on training and breathing exercises to fight the tiredness that had developed due to stress. I've always been stressed but never this kind of tired. I have a good guess about the liquid he had inserted me, It is probably another form of nanorobots for tracking and it's screwing up my system this bad. I am also kept away from the lab where the Nanogex are at perhaps its because I tried to steal one. technically trading a billion-dollar necklace for a bag or was it two that I grab? my memory has also been bad lately, there are days that I forget certain words. 

 

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