Try Begging - Chapter 72

Chapter 72

‘Shall I go and surprise her? No, it would be a shame if the Grand Lady got scared and ended the relationship.’

Maybe this was a good thing.

Leon quickly came up with a way to use the two people who were exchanging whispers to his advantage and calculated the profit and loss.

A childish melodrama began, and the two black silhouettes overlapped. After completing all the calculations in a short amount of time, he left the theater with an arsenal towards his younger brother and the prospective fiancé, who was kissing.

Grace stared at the black ceiling and closed her eyes tightly. However, the scenery did not change at all. Even if she opened or closed her eyes, there was only the black room, and even if she opened and closed her eyes, there was only regret.

She shouldn’t have gone to Peter that day.

She sighed and turned around when she heard a rattling sound from under the blanket.

Stupid…

There was no second escape. The cost of being caught trying to escape was severe.

Winston did not visit her for nearly a week after she had been shackled. At first, she thought it was good, but as the days went by, she changed her mind because he didn’t even come for dinner.

‘Okay, let’s see who wins.’

He couldn’t kill her. Who would be sad when she died?

Grace decided to hold on without begging until the end. The first few days were worth it. She filled her stomach with water in the bathroom and slept all day.

Still, even that reached its limit after about five days.

Hunger was still hunger, but the lack of external stimulation was unexpectedly the most difficult to endure. She was trapped in a room where she could only hear the sound of the ventilation fan, and the only human voice she could hear was that of the orderly who occasionally checked on her for survival. There was no entertainment, such as books or radio, so even her mind was confined like the body.

She could feel like she was going crazy.

In the end, Grace endured for a few more days and lost her patience. It was only when she knocked on the iron door and begged the orderly to call for Captain Winston that the devil appeared with a meal.

The first person she had seen in a week, the first meal she had had in a week.

It was another miserable moment when the devil looked like an angel. Winston sat down at the iron table without giving her a glance. She didn’t know what was on the tray, but a sweet and savory smell wafted from it.

Hungry…

She was so hungry. She was starving to death.

Grace couldn’t afford to fight with him any longer. Dropping all pride, she trudged over on wobbly legs and sat down on Winston’s lap.

Crazy.

She was really crazy at the time. She still couldn’t forget his victorious smile as she clung to his neck and hugged him.

“My dog, are you hungry?”

He patted her on the back like she was a crying puppy and enjoyed his victory. After enjoying her begging for so long, he sat her between his shoes and made her look up like a dog before he opened the cover of the tray.

As Winston raised his spoon and scooped up a large portion of custard pudding, Grace’s gaze followed the pudding as it swayed and dripped with caramel sauce. However, the spoon that she expected to come into her mouth stopped in mid-air.

Her mouth watered, and her hands on Winston’s thighs trembled.

“No, Bella. Wait.”

“Please…”

The man who was looking down at her through the spoon laughed.

“By the way, Bella is still here? I thought you would have run away again.”

After reading his intention, Grace suppressed her belated anger and shame and obediently told him what he wanted to hear.

“I will never run away again, Master.”

“Why? I told you to try.”

“Now, I will listen carefully to my master.”

The stopped spoon came down. In the face of hunger, she forgot her dignity as a human being and willingly opened her mouth. Still, the spoon stopped again with a span of distance left.

“You’re happy to see it?”

“Yes.”

“You must be happy to see the pudding.”

“…I missed you, Master. So, so, huuh…”

It was only when the complicated emotions burst out with tears that a spoon came in between her lips that were pouring out tears.

The moment the sweetness exploded like a firecracker on her tongue, which she hadn’t tasted for a week, her head turned white. In the face of survival instinct, she forgot all the emotions she had felt a moment ago.

The days after that were like that. Winston tamed a dog and fed her bite by bite only when she asked for it, and Grace ate it like a dog.

If she had a tail, she might have waggled it.

After her body recovered enough to eat solid food, he hid the food under his tongue so that she could kiss him willingly. Grace had to grab the man she wanted to kill by the cheek and embrace him tightly by the neck before thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth to stir it to fill her stomach.

Now that she had escaped starvation, looking back at that time, she was screaming and tearing her hair out in resentment and shame.

“Aagh! I will kill you!”

As she kicked the blanket, the chains across the room hit the floor like a whip.

Grace, who was struggling alone, glanced up at the black ceiling in a daze again and cast her gaze at her feet. A small wooden table was placed over the railing. The hands of the table clock set on the edge were pointing to 10:00 p.m.

‘I forgot…’

Remembering something unpleasant that should have happened three hours ago, Grace reluctantly stood up.

“Uuugh…”

Grace groaned as she stood on the edge of the bathtub with one leg up. Two of her fingers were lodged deep between her legs.

“I’m offended.”

Her face contorted as if she was touching something disgusting. It was only after she groped for a long time in the wet inner walls that her fingers came out.

At the end of the index finger that came out, there was a rubber stopper that looked like a small hat. It was a pessary that was placed on the cervix to prevent pregnancy.

After intercourse, she had to leave it in her stomach for at least six hours before taking it out. At lunchtime today, Winston came and put it in himself so she could take it off for dinner, but she forgot it because she was absent-minded.

She had to know how to use and care for contraceptives someday, but she didn’t want to learn that from Winston.

Grace murmured ferocious words over and over as she meticulously washed the pessary in the sink.

“Offensive. Annoying. Terrible.”

Not to the pessary, but to the man who had this made.

“You bastard who only has that in his head…”

He didn’t want to have that bastard’s child, so it was a good thing for her.

However, she was angry and miserable with the fact that this was a necessary situation. As if taking revenge on the innocent rubber stopper, she briskly washed it, put it on the shelf to dry, and left the bathroom.

Then, she wrapped a blanket over her cold, naked body.

All her clothes were taken. It wasn’t just the clothes that were stripped off her. Not only that all personal items were taken, but all instruments used for torture, from tools to ropes and chains, were put in a cabinet and locked with a large padlock.

The iron door had also been replaced with a more terrifying one with multiple bolts and locks. In addition, there was a small door near the floor that could be opened and closed, so she got a meal and exchanged sheets and towels there.

That was why she hadn’t seen a face other than Winston since she was locked up here again.

Prisoners in camps would not be so completely isolated. All the bastard had left for her were furniture, ankle shackles, a dog collar, and stockings.

‘Pervert.’

Grace remembered what had happened a few days ago.

“Why are you breaking the rules?”

She was not compelled to wear stockings, but Winston put them on himself. He sat in a chair, leaving Grace at the end of the table.

What she could do in ten seconds, he couldn’t finish in more than ten minutes.

No, it would be more accurate to say he didn’t finish it. He must have spent a minute fiddling with her toes one by one as if he was doing an examination. Longing gradually rose in the man’s eyes as he gently rubbed and pressed the thick and soft flesh with his fingertips.

He was ready to kiss her feet.

She gazed down at the man admiring her feet as if they were art. Desire sparked as the master and servant position reversed. Even if it was just an expression of lust for that man, she wanted to see that person submit to her.

Grace lifted her foot and held it to his mouth.

Kiss me. Suck it. Whatever, act like a slave.

However, Winston was no easy opponent. He frowned and looked up at Grace…

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