Beg Harder by Artemis Dianne (web based ebook reader TXT) 📕

BABY

My heart raises as the pain of loosing the person I wanted to protect comes back to me. Peter's friendly manner gives me mockery of failing to protect the one person I cherish the most. I clenched my fist under the table, I feel it shaking real bad.

"I knew you would look better in blonde." Brenda says while she gets up. "I will mess you up soon darling Baby." She says letting out a chuckle, bowing a little to Peter and walks away. I look at her in disgust hearing her creepy remarks, I decided not to saying anything, engaging will only provoke her to stay longer.

"Still quiet are we?" Peter sits back on his chair and sips on his coffee. "Please eat." His tone was commanding. I looked at the table and I didn't see any knives as everything is pre-cut. Even the forks are tiny however my will to kill him grows every second. I can break the coffee cup and slit his throat with one of the pieces. 

A tall blonde server interrupted my train of thinking by appearing out of nowhere and bringing me my plate of bacon and eggs, which had been styled perfectly. "Coffee?" She inquired. I just nodded my head in agreement. As she rapidly pours it, her grin is plastered on her face the whole time, which I find very strange and in a matter of seconds, she disappears.

As I picked up the steaming cup, I made the decision that as soon as I was through, I would slam it on the table. I evaluated how far away I was from him and if there was a possibility that he would be likely to dodge my attack. I took a glance at his shape, and based on the number of muscles he has, it seems like he works out regularly. He may be a little bit faster than I am. I slid my chair closer to the table so that I could reach for some fruit in the middle of the table's center. 

I then began to consume the food on my plate while keeping an eye on him. He was silent and focused on the air swipes, perhaps reading the news that was being transmitted. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to me, so I try to distract him by grabbing a piece of fruit in the meantime.As the coffee is nearly completely depleted, my heart rate begins to rise once again. It wouldn't be a smart move to run to him. I need him to come to me before I can attack him. 

I'm simply sitting here, waiting for anything to happen. After what seemed like an eternity, he eventually rose to his feet and made his way over to me to speak. I prepare myself by gripping the cup as tightly as I possibly can.

Just a feet away from me when I smashed the cup on the table,  I felt my hand get cut but went on to aiming for his neck as I slash him. unfortunately I was right he was way quicker than I am, He saw my movement and got a hold of my wrist, twisting it at a uncomfortable angle slamming my face flat on the table spreading my legs while he settles in between.  I yelp in pain as he pushes my face back down when I tried to get up.  He has my body lock in place.

"How clumsy are you? and no manners at all, Didn't Madonna teach you manners." Peter says, Pinning me down while I feel his grip on my hair.

"Dont you ever say her name, you killed her you a-!" I yell back at him not letting me finish my words as he slams my face once again, I feel a liquid trickle down my cheeks, I know its blood not just tears.

"Well that wench have always been a problem in our family. It's such a small world that your related to her. It's a much long awaited death, be happy she wasn't tortured." Peter says.

I started screaming calling him names, squirming and pushing myself hard when he twisted my arm all the way breaking my wrist in the process, you can hear my bone crack. "I will break something permanently if you don't calm down." He says this as he sees how angered I am.

"All right the plan was to try to be nice while I still try to look for another girl to pair you with" Peter crouches down next to my ear, I could feel the air coming out of his mouth tickling my ears.

"I told you I don't fuck in singles, unless you behave yourself, we can perhaps come into an agreement!"  I felt him lift his weight off me when I started whimpering.

He flattens me in the same chair as before, and I hold my broken arm in my chest. I make every effort to ignore the discomfort. During which time he air swipes a command. His staff walked in and work swiftly to clear up the mess and replace it with fresh and orderly items, as well as new set of tableware, one of the staff gives me a cloth to put on my bleeding temple. 

He knew my aunt from before, I'm tempted to ask him questions but my anger out weighted my curiosity besides whats the point of even knowing? bottom line, this guy is the murderer and My Aunt Madonna died trying to save me. 

Peter gets very near to me, caressing me and even kisses my cheek. "I can see why people are drawn to you; you are breathtakingly gorgeous." 

"Enough with the flattery, what do you want?" I slowly say this, making sure my voice didn't shake as anger is seeping right through me, I feel my body heating up in so much anger.

"So right to the point, I like that." He bangs the table happily and takes another cup to sip on his coffee before he continues on his voice is quite cheery, irritating me to the bone.

"My brother Charles took my twins and who knows if they're still alive so I'm taking my revenge as I know  that he grew fond of you. Charles never kept women as long as he did with you, specially being alive after breaking up with them.  Now that says something." He laughs. "I will send you back out and he will for sure come for you. All I need you to do is get me a certain information... " He continues on rambling I'm sick to my stomach how demented this person is.

I laugh like I'm crazy, I wiped the tears off my face with the bloody cloth I've been holding to stop the bleeding on my temple. "I will not be part of your sick rivalry.  Whatever you do, you will never win against Charles. You're a loser. You better kill me now you as-." He bangs on the table before I could continue calling him names, I knew what I said struck a nerve.