Try Begging Chapter 22 Novels & Stories

She was staring gleefully at me, and she was pointing her phone's camera at me. “Why don't you crawl to us? And plead while you're crawling. Maybe that might make me tell him to forgive you.” Aaron looked startled by her demands, but I couldn't even think. I only wanted to fight for my life. If Aaron should reject me, my life would end instantly. I did as she instructed, but the sky thundered, and rain began to fall in torrents. The sound it made against the roof drowned my words and tears. “Louder,” Roxie shouted, “crawl all the way back and come to us again while begging at the top of your voice for your life. Remember, the more earnest you beg, the higher your chances of being pardoned.”

She took a step forward, gathering all her courage to utter the request she knew would make her look even more pathetic in his eyes: "Mr. Aiden... I have a request. I need an advance. Right now. It’s an absolute emergency." She didn't dare look him in the eye. Her hands were clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Having to beg for money immediately after "selling herself" made Alma feel like nothing more than a piece of merchandise demanding a deposit. But the image of her father lying on a hospital bed, his breath fading, crushed any remaining shred of pride.

he finally responded and i nodded with approval "Good! Now I want you to beg for it like you actually want it" I said. His eyes flickered for a moment, it was as though he was refusing but I knew he wouldn't dare to, not with that desperate look on his face "Leah, can you.... "BEG FOR IT, GREY" I ordered

"You need me, don't you, Lily-bud?" "I-I—please—" I almost cry out in desperation. Wetness pools at the apex of my thighs. "Please what?" "Taste me," I begged, squirming with impatience. -

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I felt scared when I heard the too much anger in his voice, it was like as if any moment from now, Kyrie would lay his hand on me. I just really need it, Kyrie. For our daughter. “Kyrie, please. H-Have mercy on me, please… J-Just help me out.” With my eyes full of tears, I looked up at him and saw how ruthless his eyes are while looking down at me. “Kyrie, please… I-I’m begging you, just a s-small amount.” I felt so little right now. I feel like a beggar in the street, begging for this cruel person to give me a small amount of the food he’s holding as he shows me no pity.

I fell to the floor and felt dizzy. "Give us your bag!" His shout echoed around but no one attended. I sobbed while holding my cheek. I felt my cheeks go numb. "H-have mercy on me...I really don't have any m-money...I-I just went 123 i-in the jeep..." I begged in tears. "We don't care! Give us your bag!" insisted a man. I shook my head. I was lifted up when he suddenly grabbed my bag. "Brother, don't!" I begged but they didn't budge.

Every bed was made and untouched, and the silence had the specific quality of a place that had been abandoned in order rather than fled from in panic. I walked through it alone, checking each room the way I checked them in life, making the count. Everything in its place. Everyone was gone. Illara was barely alive with a strange-looking dagger lodged in her chest while she begged me to forgive her for making such a terrible mistake. I woke before dawn with the dream still on me, that particular heaviness, and I lay in the dark and listened to the settlement breathe around me and thought about Dahlia's child with the too-fast heartbeat and the healer who wouldn't finish her sentences.

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Beggar "Beauty look at me please." I spin around and stare at his sullen face, "What do you want Zero?” I sigh, “My name is Beggar, it's not beauty, it's Beggar, okay, I said it was good. We good, we said what we had to say, don't worry about it. How many times are you gonna keep apologizing?" His face crumbles, and I feel that tug as my resolve slides a fraction. "Until I stop feeling like shit."