Try Begging - Chapter 55
Chapter 55
“How do you view the investment value of the Bria Diamond Mine?”
Unlike most men who look at the body or face when meeting a woman for the first time, Jerome unconditionally tested her head first. It was more like a fight than a test, though. In general, the ending was for the woman to degenerate into a doll with an empty head in front of everyone.
Leon checked his watch, thinking it would be arrogant of Jerome to do it to the Grand Duke’s daughter, and even to the person who would become the next Madam of his family.
“I am not interested in investing in mining.”
“Ah, I see.”
She answered the mocking.
“There are other things I am interested in. I had something to say to the doctor today.”
“To…me?”
The Grand Lady came to this place because she was obviously betrothed. However, it was unexpected to Jerome that she had business with him rather than his brother, who was her fiancé.
“I read the Winsford Herald yesterday.”
“Ah, an honor…”
“They scathingly ridiculed Professor John Chadwick’s rocket engine theory as an absurd science fiction screenplay written by someone who had no knowledge of high school physics.”
“That’s…”
“….”
“On the contrary, I saw the reporter who wrote the article as an outsider with an inferiority complex eager to ridicule the pioneers of science to hide their lack of intelligence that they couldn’t understand even high school level physics.”
“Tate has a bachelor’s degree in physics…”
Jerome smiled awkwardly as he corrected the glasses that were slipping down his sweaty nose.
“Since there are many articles to check… I’ll instruct the reporter to re-cover and correct it.”
“It would be nice to have a correction and an apology posted on the front page.”
“…I will.”
While his gaze at the Grand Lady changed little by little, Leon remembered what had happened at this greenhouse about a year ago.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Sally Bristol, Doctor.”
She was the maid who came to say that Mrs. Winston would be a little late at tea time… that was his first impression of Sally Bristol.
‘Sally,’ his mother’s dedicated maid at the time, was only one of the many accessories of the mansion that had no reason to impress him. And, Jerome Winston was a nasty bastard who tried even the head of such accessories.
He didn’t remember what kind of pedantic thing Jerome said at that time. All he remembered was the maid’s answer, which was bright but strangely uncomfortable.
“Wow, I have a bad head so I don’t know what you are talking about, but they are so amazing. Did Doctor discover this? Ah… You just read it in a book. Reading books is fun, right? Haha. I also thought that Doctor found it by researching yourself since you said that.”
Leon burst into laughter a year later.
He realized now that the woman had mocked Jerome by pretending to be stupid. From then on, she had a wild side, unlike a maid, but at that time, he didn’t care about her, who was just a mere maid, so he ignored her.
“I wonder if the Winston family covers the damage if the research funding is cut off, even innocent readers naively believe in the article.”
“I will take responsibility for that, too. I didn’t know you were interested in that, by the way.”
“Because I have an astronomy degree.”
“Ah…”
“So, did you read that article yesterday, right? According to the reporter’s absurd claims, when the rocket leaves Earth’s atmosphere…”
The roles had changed.
He quietly observed the two of them and smiled. Today’s tea time was quite fun… Jerome Winston being verbally beaten by a woman. While he wanted to see the rare spectacle through to the end, he had more important things to do.
Leon, who was checking his watch repeatedly, proposed to Jerome.
“Doctor Winston, why don’t you give her a tour of your lab?”
That was how he left his fiancée to his younger brother and came out of the greenhouse.
While walking down the endless green road, Leon did something stupid. He looked back one by one to see if he had ever encountered ‘Sally,’ when she was his mother’s maid.
‘I’m moderately obsessed.’
His bizarre obsession only points itself at the woman.
The other women, even though they were still naked, looked like chunks of meat. Those who fell for the world of beauty were thought to be idiots. Aside from admiring his father, he thought it was a stupid mistake to be tricked by the prostitute.
However, he visited the prostitute’s daughter from time to time and rushed at her like a mad dog in heat. He had to admit that he was an idiot in this situation.
‘…No, I’m not like them.’
At least he wouldn’t lose his life or bet everything he had on her. That girl didn’t know that he feared her as much as she feared him.
Even though he was calm and indifferent to everything she did, he reacted violently to her every word and gesture. Leon thought she was conquered though he felt like he was going to be conquered, so he was going to keep her locked up forever.
So, she wouldn’t conquer him.
Rattle, druuck—Whiing.
“Haa, haa.”
The sound of rapid breathing was as regular as the sound of the ventilator. The room was so dark that she couldn’t even see her hands. Still, even if the lights were on, Grace wouldn’t have been able to see her hands since both her arms were tied behind her back.
Not stopping there, he hung her wrists from the ceiling with a rope to keep her back straight and her weight shifting towards her head.
Balanced with her feet on the floor and her arms tied to the ceiling, Grace muttered expletives.
“Son of a…”
There was no slack in the rope length that hung her arm. He had tied her up like this so she couldn’t straighten her back. All she could do was twist her numb body little by little because it felt like her arm would fall off no matter how she moved.
“Aht…”
That awful pervert… He did not forget to put a rope between her tightly tied legs. Moreover, he made a thick knot in the place where her cl*toris was.
With each twist, her cl*toris rubbed into the knot. When she raised her head in surprise at the sharp sensation, her arms were pulled and she had to moan again. In addition, as the stimulation continued, her legs were shaking, and it was getting harder to stand up.
Gradually, Grace calmed herself down and chewed on the moment just before this happened.
…Interrogation every day at 2 PM, and ‘training’ every night at 10 PM.
Winston, who was regular without even a minute’s error, came in today at 1:00 PM.
“Take off your clothes and stand by on time.”
So, there was no way he could not have followed the new rules he had set up only a few days ago. As soon as he entered, he stripped off all of Grace and tied her to the wall in an X shape.
“Who is your master?”
It was a question that she had heard tirelessly, but it was a question that did not come out smoothly even after answering countless times.
Grace gritted her teeth.
Before her eyes, the riding whip in Winston’s hand flexed flexibly. She glanced fearfully at his fingers, pressing the tip of the whip. The moment he let go of that, she would suffer from burning pain somewhere in her body.
“Leon Winston…”
She reluctantly replied just before Winston let go of his finger. She could only add as he tilted his head as if waiting for something.
“…Sir.”
“You understood well? Though why won’t my little mouse listen to her master…”
The tip of the whip brushed the nape of Grace’s neck, and she lowered her head and trembled.
“Do you think a revolution led by a small number of people is possible?”
Today, too. Winston started the interrogation and criticized the Revolutionary Army. It was a trick to shake the mind with speeches pretending to be logical and to make them doubt their comrades and the cause.
“How can a revolution without the support of the people be called a revolution, isn’t it a rebellion?”
Grace spoke in her head no matter what Winston said.
“The revolution that won the support of the people ended up failing.”
The tip of the whip, which had been going down the nape of her neck, passed her collarbone and made its way to her breastbone.
“Because of the heads of the corrupt and disorderly revolutionary government. You must have learned history at school, so you know it.”
Textbooks fabricated by monarchy pigs.
“Huht…”
Soon, the tip of the whip flicked her n*pples.
“I’m giving valuable lessons, but you’re not listening well.”
“Ah-hht—!”
The piece of rugged leather pushed the n*pple into the flesh and dug it out. As she struggled with the unbearable pain and pleasure, the heavy piece of flesh hanging from her shoulder swayed mercilessly.
As always, the way he looked at her changed. Then, the purpose of the interrogation would change in an instant.
‘Yes, go on a rut. Get the interrogation out of your head.’
However, today was different. Winston checked his wristwatch and let out a short sigh before continuing the interrogation.
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