Try Begging - Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Leon, who straightened her head that was bent helplessly to the side, pushed his tongue between her parted lips. The woman could no longer resist.

There was a difference between a woman who didn’t resist and a woman who couldn’t.

He laughed, squeezing her trembling breasts in one hand and crushing them.

“Huht!”

It was only at the moment when the flesh clinging to his fingers made a loud noise that the woman uttered a voice. He had already removed his hand, but the woman began to sob, occasionally shaking her body convulsively.

“Huuff…”

“You should have known your place.”

‘…Terrible bastard.’

Grace moved her hand and inwardly cursed Winston with everything she knew. As soon as he untied the rope that bound her, he put some chocolate in her mouth, telling her not to burn out. She wondered why he was kind when he was that ruthless devil…

“The maids will bring the meal soon. Clean it up before then.”

It was for Grace to clean up the messy chairs and floor.

To clean up the traces of the insult to her, naked in front of him. Leon Winston was a demon who had mastered the art of killing people without touching them.

‘I won’t die… because you have to die at my hands.’

The man she wanted to kill was sitting at the table, leisurely smoking a cigar.

At the edge of her vision, as she was wiping the chair covered in love liquid, was the tips of his brown shoes. Grace could feel his gaze looking down at her. She had her head down, so it was impossible to tell what kind of eye he was looking at her.

She didn’t really want to know.

Was the interrogation not over yet? A man who used to come at two o’clock during the day and leave before four o’clock stayed in the torture chamber until past five o’clock today. Moreover, today he did not turn into a beast in the middle of the interrogation.

‘Why is he like that?’

She was disturbed by the unexpected behavior.

“Ha…”

Now, only that man and her would know that something nasty had happened in this chair.

As she tried to put away the clean chair, Grace closed her eyes. There was a small puddle of water on the black floor.

“Ack!”

As she crouched down to scrub the floor, her legs faltered, and she fell. It was the moment when she hurriedly touched the floor, the slippery shoes stopped and came this way.

At the sound of the buckle unfastening, Grace laid face down and bit her lip.

“Ahk!”

A gentleman in a stylish suit began to take the woman lying on the floor like a dog.

What kind of gentleman he was. He was a brute… yes, that was right.

The more this man endured, the harder it was for Grace, not himself. As if he was more excited than ever, the feeling of the volume filling her stomach was enormous. His fingers had already poked her inside for a while, still it was hard to accept him even with the softened inner walls.

The maids would come soon.

Even though she wanted to listen to the footsteps outside the door, she couldn’t as on the gramophone, the saxophone melody was still repeating itself tirelessly.

A thick forearm embraced Grace, who anxiously watched the door swaying along with her body. The shirt sleeves crumpled with a rustling sound. Unable to overcome the weight, he whispered in his ear at the same time as her chest, which had been shaking in a circle below, was crushed.

“Why do I need p*rn when I have you?”

Grace gritted her teeth. She accepted the thrusting of the bastard wearing a gentleman’s mask and repeated to herself.

A living prostitute was better.

There was only one thing better in the torture chamber than the maid’s room… that hot water always came out.

“You bastard, huhk, I will kill you.”

Grace let out a cry and swearing among the loud sound of water. It was time to wash away the sadness and anger she had endured.

She wanted to stand forever in the dripping water and misty mist, but she couldn’t. As she turned off the faucet, she could clearly hear a rattling sound from outside the bathroom. There was also a faint smell of food.

As she pulled her hair and squeezed it dry, then a thick, soft cloth wrapped around her back.

While Grace blinked at the unexpected action, Winston wrapped a towel around her without saying a word and went back to his place.

The place he was was the wall at the entrance to the bathroom since the bathroom had no door. Winston stood against the wall as if to keep no one from coming this way the whole time she was showering.

However, if she looked at his hungry eyes, he may have been watching her in a bad way rather than protecting her.

Hungry.

She was stunned. Wasn’t he the man who, until ten minutes ago, had pinned her to the floor and let go of his desires?

“Captain, today’s appetizer is oysters sprinkled with lemon juice, and the meal is topped with thinly sliced truffles…”

A young maid’s voice came from beyond the bathroom entrance.

It was a voice she knew. There was tension in the maid’s voice, perhaps it was more excitement than fear. Grace soon stepped out of the shower and began wiping herself with a towel. As soon as his soggy eyes clung to her dry body, she wanted to wash again.

Meanwhile, the maid admired such a colorful glow saying that his stoic side rather made her body hear out.

‘Ascetic…?’

She was so shocked that she let out a snort of laughter.

“…I hope you like it. And, the wine to accompany the meal..”

As if wanting to peek at the person locked in the torture chamber, the clear voice drew closer. How would the maids react when they find out that Sally Bristol, whom they used to share the gossip of the Winstons, was imprisoned here?

‘Hello, I’m actually Grace Riddle. Headquarters, the Grand Duchy, anywhere is fine. Please go out and spread the word that a woman with the last name Riddle is being held in a torture chamber.’

The feeling grew stronger that Winston had not reported her arrest to his superiors. Speculating, she asked about his superior’s reaction and the benefits he would gain in the army from this matter, but Winston avoided the subject.

The soldiers were his subordinates, so they would never spread rumors outside the private room.

However, the chatty maids might.

‘I have no intention of dying locked up here.’

As Grace took a step towards the entrance. Winston gave a chin to the invisible maid to back off. Soon after, she received the same warning.

Grace, who had neither the courage nor the energy to agitate him further today, quietly dried his hair.

“Captain, dinner is ready. Do you need anything else?”

Winston’s answer went unheard. Perhaps responding with a nod of the head or a gesture of the hand, it wasn’t long before she heard the door slam shut.

Only then could she get out of the bathroom. Winston sat down at the table while Grace wrapped herself in a towel and went to bed. She took out clothes from the bag next to the bed when she heard a clicking sound behind her back.

“I brought in a closet, but why don’t you use it?”

Well, because she didn’t want to stay here long.

Without saying a word, she got dressed and sat across from Winston. He had his sleeves rolled up neatly, and he had put on his tie again. Grace smirked as she glanced down at the iron table covered with luxurious white tablecloths.

How long had it been since he laid on top of her here and eat her?

‘He has a good stomach, too’

Perhaps, for dessert, he would lay her down here again and eat her.

She had already lost his appetite. As she glanced over the plates lined up on the long table with dark eyes, the vase placed between Winston and her caught her eye.

‘Lilac…?’

A light purple lilac in full bloom was set in a small crystal vase.
Soldiers had never brought decorations to the meal, and the Winstons’ servants did not put lilacs on the table. As she wondered, Grace raised her gaze and looked at the man sitting across from her.

The light blue eyes, reflecting faint curiosity, were staring at him tenaciously.

‘That man’s doing it.’

It didn’t feel romantic or friendly. Rather, it just felt like a mockery.

‘Look at this. The lilacs were already blooming. Oh, you didn’t know?’

Did he think she would be willing to play with his ridicule?

“Fancy suit, fine cuisine, expensive wine, and even pretty flowers. Captain, is this a date?”

When Grace asked with a smile, the corners of his eyes curled, and the man sitting across from her snorted.

“You have a wild dream.”

“Phew…”

She stroked her chest in a showoff.

“That’s fortunate because I really didn’t like my date.”

Winston twisted his lips in amazement. Grace smiled and opened the silver lid that covered the plate in front of her.

“I hope the picky princess likes the meals.”

Winston sarcastically said she was the last princess of the rebel royal family, but Grace didn’t respond and just stared at the middle of the plate.

Expensive oysters.

Now, it was Grace who was astounded.

Winston told her to order anything she wanted, but she had never ordered a meal. However, how did he give the instructions? It wasn’t the soup for the torture chamber’s guests, nor the meal for the employees, nor the meal for the sergeant in charge of the annex through the Winston family’s meal.

Even when he wasn’t eating with her, it was always that.

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