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

Epilogue 2

CHARLES

 

A white flare pierces my eyes, and I get a whiff of a sour and acidic cheese flavor that immediately follows.

 

"Fuck," I shout, and it reverberates across the whole room. I managed a sliver of a chuckle, since who would have imagined that I would ever find myself in this situation? This is the smelling chemical that they use to wake you inside your trance state.

The trance machine effect isn't working on me. I know a lady is on her way who will give me the impression of my mother at any moment, so I glance around, and there it is, the familiarity of my old bedroom from a period when things were much easier as if this illusion would really work on me. How can my brother be so completely ignorant of the fact that I would be aware if he ever placed me in this situation?

 

I'm sitting up in my big old bed, which still has the same soft cover when the lady walks in exactly on cue as anticipated. Her steps lead her to me, and I halt her until she reaches the base of the bed's footing. "I will have you removed from this trance if you insist on talking. Get my brother as soon as possible!" I say to her in a calm voice, without allowing her to speak.

 

She froze on the spot, her eyes went completely white as it rolled back, and her hands on the side of her body were trembling violently; her whole body is in a state of convulsions for a full minute, an indicator that someone is attempting to take control of her body at this point.


 

The lady comes to a complete halt and returns to her previous position; her posture has changed. She comes over to my side, sliding her index finger over the softcover as she gets close to my side of the bed. I was able to recognize that Peter had taken over her body at this point. The woman's face is imitating his normal fun grin, which he finds amusing at the moment.

"You just couldn't SIMPLY help ruin the fun could you?" Peter's voice comes out of the woman's body. Like always, dragging the word simply as he knows very well that it triggers me.

"Brother, let's go right to it! What exactly do you want?" As I get out of bed, I say this. I found myself without anything to wear, but I didn't care and went up to the window to look in. This trance system is already showing signs of malfunction to the woken state. I made a mental point to upgrade the whole system as soon as I got out of here.

"I SIMPLY... want a truce, Charles. Peter's face had a wide grin while he utters this lie.

"It may come as shocking to you but living for almost a year without you is such a messy world! I would rather have one big enemy than multiple countries going after what's mine" Peter says as he offers a robe for me to slide in. 

Hearing I've been in this trance for nearly a year, I've been filled with rage instantly. I need to remain cool and show no emotion towards the news because if this discussion with Peter didn't go as planned, there is a chance that I would be stuck in this trance for the rest of my life.

I took the robe and remained quiet. I have to find a way to trick my brother.

"I don't know Peter maybe I like it here, it's a world where I don't need to think of anything, hell I don't even need to eat and not die from starving!" 

Peter laughs as he takes out two glasses with a whiskey bottle from a small whiskey cabinet. I made sure to laugh along with him. 

It is pretty funny after all, to be in this condition and my brother trying to make me his prisoner well I won't give him the satisfaction. Not today not ever. 

"Okay my dead brother Charles!  enough with the mind games, your WIFE gave birth a month ago to a cute baby boy. I know where she is, and I can SIMPLY activate my guy to get her. I will do all of that if you help me get the twins."  Peter hands me a glass pouring whiskey in it and finds it amusing teasing me with the word wife.

My gaze hardens as he mentions Baby. I closed my eyes as a sharp pain on my head barges in. The wife's word triggered my memory to come back. I held my forehead as I groan in pain for a second. 

Peter pats my back! "There, there brother, it's just a small remembering, now you know how it really feels to be in a trance."

 

"You saved me to have a truce? You don't expect me to believe this bullshit. What do you really want? I ask, I sat down on the bed trying to recover from the bad headache but not before chucking down the little shot of liquor.

"I mean it. The truce. The world is different now. We have to combine our powers to get back on top. A bunch of retrievers started a revolution against us. In return of saving you I want the general's twins. I'll even throw in your loyal dog who I also manage to save from getting killed. He's also in a trance getting his dick suck by another man." Peter says with his usual annoying laugh. I knew about Rich being gay and it doesn't bother me as long as he remains loyal and pledges his life to me.

I knew Peter will never be able handle taking over. He's using to get the most powerful general's daughters as an excuse to mask his incompetence. I just look back at him, I knew it was him behind who helped Baby to getaway. No one else would have that great of an access to me. We were the only two powerful enough to penetrate each other. 

The countries that are under me stayed under my control for they feared me. I'm not worried about getting them back in order. It would be easy to cause another world war if things didn't pan out as I want them to behave. 

My brother is displaying such desperation, it must be quite challenging out there, but my primary concern right now is my wife, who has recently given birth to a son. Baby, along with the rest of her family, will bear the punishment for her decision. I'll make sure she feels agony, and when I'm through with her, she'll understand who she belongs to. But first, I have to convince my brother that I'm once again engrossed in his silly games. The truce will be honored for a period of three years, after which I will place him in the same situation that I am now in, but with a better and stronger trance. I guarantee he will never be able to discern that he is even there.

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