Beg Harder by Artemis Dianne (good books to read in english .TXT) 📖

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BABY

The will to continue to live despite this torture comes down to one goal. I need to get my hands on those Nanogex. I can use that to cure my Aunt Madonna, for she will fix this mess we caused and to do that, I need to compel my mind to do the one thing I'm trained for.

 

Survive.




 

I need to survive. If I die within 11 months, Carly will know something is wrong and she will definitely look for me, but I'm afraid she will never know who she's up against. I can never take that chance of putting her life in danger. All I need to do is get Charles to trust me.

 

I know I'm still in the city; I was trying to figure out where I was, but Charles caught me snooping, mistaking it for what appears to be another attempt at suicide.

 

There's something sinister about the way he looks at me. I could see he wanted to keep me around, and he enjoys assaulting me. I stare at his mesmerizing brilliant eyes, which can entice anyone. He enjoys having control, and with his followers, everything appears to revolve around him. It's very dangerous, but I had to see how far he would go to keep me.

 

An alarm filled my mind the moment I clapped my eyes on those torture tools. I've heard of these live dark pornography shows that the sick affluent would pay for, and I know this one is no exception. I can't bear the thought of what's about to happen to this child, and I refuse to be a part of this callous world.

 

I had spent plenty of time studying him just like any pledges I've made in the past. One thing is for certain, I know how Charles enjoys inflicting agony on others. If I just give him satisfaction and survive this, I know I can make my way out of here, but first I need to survive the torture.

I didn't dare budge from where I was when he requested me to bind myself because he would torment me in any case. The mechanical bound swooshes the child up and vanishes into thin air in the dark while a new bound reappears within seconds. No way I will go through that fatal lashing again.

My anger pushes me to concentrate my hearing on the theater's electrical sophistication. Its movement is producing noises all throughout the place. Giving me the impression that there is a lot of invisible machinery in this facility that can simply be broken and cause a fire. When there is a fire, it will activate the evacuation system, which will open all doors wide.

"I said step over here and bind yourself," Charles says, his lips pressed, clearly angry.
 

"No" I'm quick to say as I yell it out, more tears came out and I ran over to the board.

I took a glance at the various tools available and grabbed the first item that sprang to me, a big long knife. 

"Awww, Baby, you make it so much fun." Charles sighs and then bursts out laughing.

"You're sick! How can you be so cruel and corrupt a child?" I pointed the tip of the knife at him with my shaky hands on the handle supporting its weight on my tummy.

"Do you know what's sicker? If I blow Astor's head off just when he's doing his deed in the toilet!" Charles' tone is very calm, too calm to say he knows he's in control. "What are you waiting for? drop it." Charles starts taking off his suit along with his top shirt.

I realized I'd made another mistake when I heard Astor's name and allowed my emotions get the best of me. I have to abandon my plan of helping the serfs in the theater. I stood there with my body shaking, frustrated that he had an even better reason to torture me. He's well aware that he has full control of me. 

I couldn't bear the stress any longer. All the bubbles inside me had reached their peak, and his smirk only added to it. I swung the heavy metal sideways with all my effort, letting it smash the devices hanging on the board; you could hear the tools as they made their way to the ground. 

Charles taunts louder, motioning his hands as the air swipes commands, and then people appear from nowhere, removing all the strewn torture devices, including the man's body I enabled lying senseless on the ground. 

He reaches down, snatching a little knife and swiping the hand of an attendant who is putting it away. A small whimper is heard for a few seconds as Charles looks at the bleeding attendant who is quick to run away from the scene.

He approaches me slowly. As he pulls his erect cock from his trousers, he holds the bloody knife out in front of me. My knees strike the pavement hard as I feel my body sink. As I anticipate the pain inflicted by Charles, I begin to experience a panic attack. My body trembles, as if it's already instilled in me. The memory of lashing comes back.

"You ruined the show but that was so fucking sexy" Charles strokes his penis as he says this. He stands behind me and presses the bloody knife to my face. I can feel the stickiness of the blood on my skin as I moan in horror. I tried to beg for him to stop this humiliation because I knew there were people somewhere watching, but before I could utter some more words.

He slips his fingers through my hair, and he carefully tips my head forward, guiding his penis till the pink tip is positioned on my lips. I knew what he wanted me to do. I closed my eyes as tears fell out while I opened my mouth to accommodate just an inch of him. 

"Suck it all in" Charles orders me.

He notices my lack of expertise and slides his cock farther into my mouth, stretching my jaw in the process. As he pushes all the way to the back of my throat, I feel it hurting. His cock bends down my throat, closing my airway, as he pushes my head forward.