Romans & histoires The Spare They Came Begging For

I begged them. "Not like that. Join your hands and beg," Greta chuckled. I gulped down all the pride that I had in me as I looked at Shona. I took a deep breath and joined my hands in front of them. "Please! Spider, Greta. Please leave her. I'm begging you guys," I repeated my words. "That's not enough. Rub your nose on the floor," Spider laughed.

“It’s final, Bullet. You ain’t gettin’ shit done until we get our one fifty, capice?” Capice this, dickwad, he’d wanted to say. But he’d counted back from ten. Everything was cool if he could fuckin’ count back from ten. He’d gone to the tat shop. Later. Yeah, that felt right. After the pancakes. “You’re flyin’, alright?” Spike had said. “Come the fuck back down to earth, man, and get us our money, capice?” And then he’d crossed his skinny-ass arms across his fuckin’ Metallica tee like he was ready to throw down or something.

Besides, he had no idea that my life was in danger right now. "Boss, look who I found!" His three other colleagues, who were all wearing black hoodie jackets, looked at me when we got to the living room. When they saw me, it was as if they had seen a ghost. A man with a scar on his right cheek approached me and fixed his gaze on me until he smiled like a demon. What do they need from me? Why did I end up in this situation?

"Save my life, these undead are all because of you, I beg you, just spare my life!" The puppet doll had never pleaded like today before.

I knew that now. My nails dug into my palms as I tried to keep from shaking. Then, a broken scream tore through the hospital's quiet. Kevin stumbled in, reeking of cheap vodka. "Joy! Why didn't you answer me?! You just want me dead, don't you?!" he sobbed. "Please, I need money—right now!" Then he spotted Ethan and dropped to his knees with a thud. "Please, Ethan! They're gonna throw me into the blood pool!"

Share some. [We'll remember your kindness if you help. Don't be so cruel.] [Cyrus, we've been neighbors for years. Don't just watch us die.] [Cyrus, I'm Mrs. Watts from the 20th floor. I lent you two scallions once. We're friends—help my family.] [Bro, it's Wesley Brown. We're like brothers. Let me crash at your place. I'll protect you.] Moral pressure and begging flooded the feed, every message aiming for the same thing—his supplies.

He needed to hunt again. "Mom... can you lend me the resources? I want to carve out a new territory," Nathan pleaded, his eyes humble and desperate, like a drowning wolf catching a piece of driftwood. He had sacrificed his last shred of Alpha-dignity, and Mrs. Hill could not help but soften.

"The salesperson told us it was a limited edition, and only one piece was available. They wouldn't let us buy it, but somehow it ended up on Cassandra's neck. "Mandy, look at this. They give the best of everything to Cassandra. We're just fools." Vivienne's voice was thick with tears as they rolled down her cheeks once more. I took her phone and struggled to sit up, pressing my forehead against hers. "Vivi, none of this matters anymore. We need to focus on recovering. They don't care about us, so why should we care about them?" The more I spoke, the more suffocated I felt. Tears streamed down my face as we held each other tightly.

Camera flashes exploded like lightning in my eyes. Everyone held their breath, waiting for my answer. Somewhere nearby, Dominic howled — a desperate, broken animal sound. "Elara, don't believe him! He abandoned you back then!" Lucas's proposal. Dominic's desperation. One wielding power to prove his devotion. The other begging from his knees for forgiveness. What did they take me for? A trophy? Whoever wins gets to claim me? I looked at Lucas's face — so certain, so confident of the outcome — and felt a sudden, visceral wave of disgust.

With my current condition, I couldn't take even one of them down. “What do you want?” My voice came out sharp and frantic despite my effort to keep calm. Someone cracked a knuckle behind me. Another scoffed. The sudden tension inside the room penetrated through my nerves, inciting a shudder. “What I want?” He stepped closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. “I just want to be the first person to welcome you into the family. So allow me, Ariana.”