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

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BABY

 

Not in a million years would I ever have thought that I would be in a condition of being confined. Not after being so good at what we do, never failing at any pledges. This is such an unprecedented experience. 

where did I make a mistake? I thought back hard, even if I was slacking, it was only minor. 

As I wait to feel my body's sensation come back and so as all my questions rush through my head.

As long as Carly and Aunt Madonna are safe, I should be okay. I reassure myself, thinking everything will be fine.  Perhaps I'll let them torture me for a while and just give in to anything they want me to be, a spy or an enemy of the state or a terrorist or whatever they call it these days.  It doesn't matter. 
 

Once I'm settled in one of the cells, all I have to do now is wait for Carly to discover my whereabouts. From there, devising a plan for my prison break should be simple. 
 

Shit, I just sent the message that I'm fine; I have a year to wait for her rescue, and who knows what they'll do to me during that period. The government will most likely want me to reveal my whole identity, and I would never betray my family.

As panic arises again, I try my best to breathe slowly.  I have to come up with a plan on how I can convince whoever will talk to me, that it's just me and no one else. 

I need a story about my motives for doing so. This is going to be hard. I'm not affiliated with any Mafia.
 

Think Baby think.

 

There's really no way out of the interrogation but to pretend they got the wrong person till they get tired of their threats or torture and just settling to charge me with some bullshit case. I have to suck up with this kind police brutality. 

A few more hours passed and I tried opening my eyes again. My vision is now clearer. I see that I'm still wearing the same dirty shirt and seem to be lying on a metal flat table with a dim light on top of me. 

The drug has finally subsided and it will only take a matter of time before I can feel my body fully. I feel the temperature is starting to get very cold. 

I test this theory by wiggling my toes and trying to move slowly, starting with my fingers swaying it sideways and then turning my head to see where I am. 

When I heard the door's lock system turn on, I stopped all movement and closed my eyes. 

I could hear the person's footsteps get close to me. as it gets nearer and nearer, I couldn't help but breathe harder.  A panic attack is lingering in the back of my brain, I can't afford to have an outburst.  

I felt warm hands touch my wrist one after another, pressing it down on the cold metal bed.  I suddenly feel a tight hold, cuffing my hands to the metal bed I'm laying on. He did the same on my lower legs and feet. Strapping me now on the bed.

"Now, you can stop pretending to sleep."  the same voice from earlier said. Forcing my lids to open abruptly as another touch lingers only stopping with a hard pinch on my leg. 

I squeal huskily not expecting this touch.

"I'm sorry but I'm scared. I don't know what's going on. Please untie me sir, this is a mistake." I ramble with lies. As he moves around me. 

"Are you really scared?" His gaze were full of intimidation. "Well you will be!"

In this dim lightroom, the first thing I noticed was his eyes, which were as bright as the ocean. His nostrils were small and his nose was straight. His jaws were razor-sharp, and his small, pink lips complemented them perfectly. I'm perplexed as to why my interrogator is so attractive. His entire personality exudes a commanding presence.

He takes out a remote and turns the lights, causing me to blink several times. I hear him push another button, which causes the metal bed on which I'm lying to rise, shifting my body into a standing post. Adjusting my place to his height so we come face to face.  He's a very tall man, I could tell he very well built even if he's wearing a suit.

"You look beautiful for a girl who got drugged," his voice sounded playful while I wonder if that was appropriate for an officer to say, perhaps he belongs to one of those dirty cops you can bribe. He touches my cheeks. 

"This is a mistake, you got the wrong person. I didn't do anything.  Sir I-I know I have rights. I know I get one phone call." I stopped talking when I see him pulls up a knife setting it down on a chair I didn't realize he pulled somewhere. 

"Please please sir, you got the wrong girl. I will call my lawyer and they will explain everything to you guys. If you-" I suddenly get cut off with a strong slap on my cheeks. It stung almost my whole face with his huge palm. Jerking my face to the side.

I stopped talking as my sob increases. 

"This is just brutality." I quickly retaliated. 

"This is more than brutality! Now this is what's going to happen, I will ask you questions and you will answer them truthfully." He says while his hand fist my hair to the side. 

"Sir you got the wrong-" I get another painful slap from him this time on both side of my cheeks. 

"Now tell me your name?" He asked clearly testing me when they already got it from the trance.

"sir you got the wrong girl." before I could continue on pretending, he cuts me off again by punching me on the gut. It's only been less than half an hour but I'm already feeling so much pain, I don't think I can last a whole hour.  He keeps questioning me but all my lies are not passing through. 
 

He questions after another question when I lie after another.
 

Every answer I give Is equal to a painful hit. I might as well give up before this assault continues. My face is completely battered I don't need a mirror to confirm that it's swollen.

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