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

33

BABY

 

My 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 demeanor 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 bit is when he passed the rifle to one of the assistants, packing it right away in a box but not before disassembling it into three parts in less than a minute.

This just goes to show that he has skilled people who could easily murder his brother Peter, but why would he want his brother's blood on my hands? What is this sick game he's up to again?

 

Once I was seated, I slid off the short heels that he'd been forcing me to wear lately, just in case I needed to flee for my life in an extreme situation.

 

Another command from him was to "eat." He took a seat next to me. I can hear him slicing the rare cooked meat into tiny pieces in the air. The scent of it somehow makes me nauseous.I took a glass of water to drink before I vomit entirely. I'm too numb to eat anything right now. I still feel the slight cool dots sensation crawling all over my face. 

 

I sat the glass on the table and my eyes never left him. I was very confused and taken aback by his calmness. I can see him looking back at me as he finishes the remainder of his meal. I sit and wait for him to finish his glass of wine.

 

"I'm not a killer," I say, taking the napkin while I wipe my face as I try my best to compose myself."You're not a lot of things! Charles was quick to respond back, "but you're a killer. At least not yet. " Charles continues on, giving out a loud chuckle. He threw the napkin on his plate and stood up before I could say anything to him.

 

I knew better than to gamble with my life tonight, but the whole situation that had just transpired was too much for me to process, particularly while he was being calm about how I had let him down. Thinking that I am free from his fury is much more dangerous than believing that I am.

He walks to the glass balcony, where he could see his brother having a good time with the twins. He drinks the rest of the wine in his glass. I see the side of his face with his lips curved. I could tell he's holding back something from me. 

Charles walked back to the table and took the wine bottle, and right away, a group of attendants comes out cleaning the whole table. 

"Go ahead Baby, spill it!" Charles eyes were now challenging. I looked at last attendant who just step out of the door and waited a few seconds before I say something back to him.

"You-You want me to kill your brother so that I could just see my sister? What is this sick game? Why-why are you doing this?" I finally said, somewhat yelling it out of frustration, for the first time freely letting him in. 

He threw the wine bottle on the side, breaking it into pieces. I knew I pushed his buttons all the way because he expected me to not say anything, not even question what just transpired. I shouldn't have tested my luck. His steps were loud and heavy coming towards me.

 

"Just because I've been lenient towards you doesn't mean I'm getting softer." His hands quickly threaded on my hair, harshly gripping me closer to his face, pulling me to stand up from my seat. I can smell the sweet wine on his breath.

 

"Do you want me to fuck you up here right now?" His tone was dead menacing."Please, Charles, I just want to see my sister." My voice was now back to shaking. I held his shoulders to anchor myself from tripping.

 

"You'll get another chance when you pull the trigger after you give birth to our child," Charles says, gripping my hair harder. I felt my scalp burning."That's right; you're pregnant," Charles says. There was no dark humor in his tone, so I knew he was telling the truth.

 

My eyes widened hearing him say this.

 

"What?" My voice came out soft and tiny due to shock. I pushed his chest off, but his hands were fast and caught my wrist right away.

 

"I melted whatever birth control you have in your body. You can't be that naive not to know this. " Charles mocks me as I struggle to get out of his hold.

 

"I told you I would be giving you my mark." My breathing accelerates, I feel goosebumps everywhere.

 

It all went back to me, the blue liquid I was injected, the pain and bleeding down below. That was my period. The sudden fatigue I'm feeling. Of course, the daily check-up and the IV they always put on me must have had some type of steroids in them to make the baby stick with all the stress I've been put through.

 

How can I be this stupid? A weak believer, just likes what Rich said.

 

This is also why Charles hasn't ordered the Nanogex to be given to me since it will treat the baby inside me like a foreign virus, destroying it.

 

"No, No, No." I shake my head in disapproval. Charles took off his shirt and easily held both of my arms up with one hand. "It's good we're getting married next week before your pregnancy shows." 

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