Try Begging - Chapter 64

Chapter 64

To say I love you while sending her to death… it made him feel genuinely sorry for her. That stupid woman, who pretended to be sick to be caught immediately, would have swallowed the poison as her cowardly fiancé told her to do when she had safely landed in his hands.

His mouth was bitter.

Leon asked, pulling out a cigar from an ebony box on his desk.

“And this week’s Winsford stronghold trend report.”

Leon nodded to Campbell, who placed the surveillance report on the safe house, and continued his thoughts.

To get engaged to an unreliable woman…

He has one more story he wants to share with that man.

“Haa…”

Grace wiped the sweat from her forehead with her wrist. His hands were covered with gray dust that even their original color could not be seen.

“Shall we stop here and do it in the evening?”

She let go of the tools in her hand and picked up a broom and a dustpan as she swept the gray crumbs and dust that had accumulated on the floor and flushed it down the toilet.

Clack.

The sound of the iron door getting unlocked was heard from outside the bathroom.

‘Why already?! 2:00 would still be far away…!’

As she hurriedly inserted a tool into the gap and glued the panel back into place, Grace put the dustpan into the cleaning bucket in the corner of the bathroom. She heard footsteps speeding this way from the torture chamber.

‘Hand!’

She hurriedly went to the sink and turned on the water. As she put her dusty hands under the pouring cold water, Winston appeared through the bathroom entrance.

“Come out.”

His gaze was not on the gray dust that washed away but on Grace’s face.

‘Ha… I almost got caught.’

Grace washed his hands and face with soap to keep him from smelling the suspicious smell and washed off the dirt from her body before leaving.

“It’s already two o’clock.”

Grace mumbled sullenly, knowing it wasn’t two o’clock, as she tried to unbutton her gray blouse when Winston took her hand and shook her head. It wasn’t strange that he had come earlier than usual and that he had told her not to take off her clothes.

To send her out of the torture chamber.

How long would it be? Even though she didn’t know the date, it was definitely the first time since she was arrested.

‘Was I going to be escorted?’

As he passed the iron bars in the basement and started climbing the stairs, her heart pounded loudly.

The last time she purposely chewed her tongue and vomited blood, of course, it was discovered and she was severely punished though Winston must have been quite shocked by the incident, and the punishment was weaker than before.

It was as if he had been domesticated as a man.

Did he eventually lose interest and decide to turn her over to command? However, contrary to expectations, the front door on the first floor was firmly closed. Winston continued to lead Grace up the stairs.

Was the expectation of finally letting her go collapse so easily…?

‘No. Not yet.’

Officers from headquarters may be in the office.

The annex was as quiet as a haunted mansion. No one was on her way up to the second floor, grabbed by Winston. In the empty hallway, only dust floated in the sunlight.

How long has it been since she felt the sunlight?

As she stopped in the warm sunlight, a tall body blocked the gap between the window and Grace. She was once more trapped in Winston’s gloomy shadow. His arms wrapped around her waist like thick ropes, and he hurried on.

“Why are you sweating so much?”

He must have felt her blouse damp with sweat. Grace glossed over with a suitable excuse.

“I was cleaning.”

His eyes looked down at her pitifully.

“You’re serious about doing that.”

The only one to feel sorry for was Grace. Waiting to beg him to send a maid to clean, she was already in a miserable position begging for a lot of things from him, but she had no intention of begging for such trivial things.

Once again, her expectations were dashed. The place he dragged Grace was not to the office but to the guest bedroom.

‘Is he going to do it here today? Maybe he’s trying to move the prison here…’

Then, she might be able to escape through the window. Her hopes went up again, but they were immediately distorted.

‘…Who is it?’

When the door opened, a strange middle-aged woman stood up from the chair in front of the window. She said hello to the two of them. In an unexpected situation, Grace, who was also frozen, was pushed into the bedroom by Winston.

“Let’s begin.”

At his behest, the woman picked up the hospital bag from the table, and all she could do was guess that the woman was a doctor.

‘I’m not sick at all.’

Even though there were rope marks all over her body and bruises from Winston’s lips, there was no way he could have called a doctor. Grace, who had been white with an ominous premonition, turned completely blue at the doctor’s request.

“You can take off your bloomers and lie down on the bed.”

She turned to Winston with surprised eyes. He was expressionless as if he already knew that such an order would be given. Grace asked the doctor instead of the man she couldn’t understand.

“What are you doing?”

Still, the doctor did not answer and looked behind with puzzled eyes. It was to look at Winston.

“Do what the doctor says.”

“No, I need to know what’s going on.”

As she held out, Winston sent the doctor out for a while.

“What are you trying to do to me?”

Grace’s voice trembled slightly.

“It’s nothing, and it’s not painful. So do as you were told.”

Even more frightened by his answer, Grace stepped back at her, and Winston lifted her up on his shoulders with a single stroke and threw her down on the bed.

“Ack! Let go!”

“I can read your punching like a book now.”

He easily subdued the struggling Grace and slipped his hand into her skirt to skillfully loosen the garter belt straps that held the stockings one by one. Soon after, the bloomers came off, and she resisted with all her might.

“No. Stop…!”

“Would you like to be tied up in front of the doctor? Or should I put a gun in your mouth? Be quiet if you want to finish quickly.”

In the end, she had no choice but to choose ‘be quiet’.

Lying on the bed in humiliation, with her knees raised and her legs spread wide, Grace gasped nervously.

The doctor sitting at the end of the bed pulled up her skirt and raised her eyebrows as if she had seen something surprising. Fully aware that her thighs bore the marks of a violent affair, Grace bit her lip and glanced away.

“It might be a little cold.”

Hearing those words, she lifted her head, startled. The doctor tried to insert something that looked like a metal funnel between her legs.

“What are you doing? Stop…!”

“It doesn’t hurt, so don’t worry.”

The doctor smiled kindly and tried to reassure her by saying that the patients were all scared at first, but she was not at all relieved. As she tried to avoid it by pushing her hips up, Winston’s large hand pressed against her belly.

“Uht…”

A strange object slowly entered between Grace’s immobilized legs.

It was cold.

The cold energy soon went away, but the foreign feeling was still reluctant. The feeling of the thing opening inside and widening the path was terrifying. After inserting a strange instrument into Grace’s v*gina, the doctor pulled a long metal box out of her bag.

While the doctor was preparing something, Winston, who was standing next to her with his hands behind his back, suddenly bent his back.

His gaze was between Grace’s legs.

How happy the person was right now. He’d be able to clearly see the hole he poked every day at a glance. Winston, who was peering into her vagina with eyes of interest, rolled his eyes and smiled as his eyes met hers.

“Our darling doesn’t have anywhere that isn’t pretty.”

The doctor, who was taking something out of the iron box, raised her eyebrows. It was disgusting to pretend to be a lover by kissing in front of others instead of just saying weird things.

What came out of the box were long tongs that looked like scissors. The doctor picked up one of the hemispheres in the box with tongs and pushed them in and out several times until the concave side touched her.

Each time she changed the hemisphere to a different size, it was as if she was measuring something in her v*gina.

Grace, who had never been to a gynecologist, had no idea what this bizarre thing was for.

It was true that it didn’t hurt. As she relaxed and came to her senses, it dawned on her that this might be an opportunity to get away from that person.

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