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

BABY

Hiding my fear was very difficult, with my voice shaking coming out tiny. "Please, Charles... Please don't hurt him. He's just a baby." I say, my tears are falling nonstop. 

"I will not hurt my son, but I can't say the same for you," Charles says, gently putting our tiny son back to sleep and laying him in the crib. He sprayed something on him, in my conclusion, one of those sedative sprays.

I felt a sudden urge to run and grab my son, but he was quicker than me when I felt his arms wrap around my waist to stop me from reaching my son.

He grabbed my wet hair with a very tight grip, burning my scalp. I'm full of fear even to fight back. He quickly drags my small frame compared to his to the bed.

"What did you do?" I started crying loudly. I'm sure someone heard my cries. "Don't worry; our son is safe. "Charles issues an air swipe command, a movement that I haven't seen in a while, it railed in all my traumas back into my system. 

Suddenly, the noise downstairs was quiet. I feared for the lives of the people downstairs, including my sister.

"Much better before they wake up our son," Charles says casually as if he had just turned off the volume on a television. 

I started screaming no, as panic settles deeper, I knew something terrible had happened already.

"You smell so fucking good. How I've missed you. Stop screaming!" Charles said as I felt his consecutive slaps all over my face, shutting me up in pain. He didn't hold back the sharpness of every hit that could be heard all over the room. 

He threw me on the bed and quickly got on top of me because I didn't have it in me to fight back. He pulled the towel that only covered me, revealing my body while he pinned my arms above my head.

Charles's index finger traveled on the line scar I have above my front bottom.

"Your body is mine, and everything else belongs to me! All of the scars you have will be caused only by me," pertaining to the tiny stretch marks my pregnancy left as his hands roamed around my body. 

I lay there crying as if my body remembered not to flinch while he kissed and sucked my body all over.

He gripped my breast firmly, causing me to scream in agony as the milk streamed out.

"Please, Charles, let us go." My voice was still trembling as I pleaded for mercy again and over. "I hope you liked your little period of freedom since it will be the only time you will ever taste it." His voice, was low and steady. Ignoring every single word that's coming out of my mouth.

Something came out of his pocket, and I felt it. In his hand, he holds a little knife that resembles a small surgical cutter. He pushes it against the side of my cheeks. It felt like it was creating a minor incision in my flesh. 

I began to feel a sense of terror. His eyes could see my chest heaving rapidly up and down. I couldn't do anything except shut my eyes and shake my head. This isn't the first time he has done this. 

"Please, Charles, don't do this." I pleaded my heart out, very familiar with what I'm about to experience. He smacks me across my face and grabs my jaw.

"Open your eyes." He commands impatiently, 

I open them, and my tears blurred my vision. "Don't move, or I will enjoy slicing you deeper," Charles says. 
I try my best to control my breathing but failed miserably as he moved the knife down to my line scar, slowly slicing it open, making me scream in pain. He made sure that I felt the sting of the cutting.

"You need reminding my lovely wife, and this is just the beginning." Charles kissed me hard on the lips, sucking the bottom lip as he let go of me and got up.

I immediately curled up on my side, sobering. I hissed in pain as I tried to cover my bleeding tummy with the towel. I stayed in my position, trying to muffle my cries to avoid pissing him off further, and just waited for the next slice. 

As long as my son is not in any harm, I can do this. I chant this in my head while I feel the bleeding on my tummy, convincing myself to survive the night and be strong. 

I kept my eyes open and on him as he instructed.

Charles snatches a command! Rich enters the room right away. Charles nods, urging him to go up to me.

Rich grabbed my arm and injected me quickly. He said something to Charles before leaving the room, taking my son with him.

"Where are you taking my son? No. No please don't take him," I shouted and sat up, expecting to feel agony from the slice, but I didn't. 

My eyes widened as I looked at my tummy, and I came to a halt. The bleeding had stopped, and when I wiped them with the towel, the scar and all the stretch marks had vanished. 

They injected me with Nanogex again. It must have been an improved version because it usually takes a while to see the result. I remember Charles had mentioned he didn't like scars on me. In amazement, I looked back at Charles. 

"I expect you to be downstairs in less than 15 minutes," Charles says. His eyes were so bright as he knew he had me cornered. He was confident in walking away because he knew that he finally had me caged.

I had quickly washed out all of the blood on me and got out to grab whatever loose dress is on top of the dresser. I took the sweater, put it on as fast as I can and promptly head down. I didn't bother using up all the time I was given.

I saw Charles standing in the middle of the living room, just staring at the unconscious group of people who were carefree hours ago. 

"Are they dead?"I asked while I walk to his side, for I knew he wouldn't let me come near them, and on cue, Dave came out with Carly unconscious, being carried bridal style by him. 

"It was you! You drugged all of them, even your own wife. How? how could you do this, Dave?" I say this with so much trembling my heart breaks into so many pieces.