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I whispered, my voice shaking and almost inaudible. ​He froze inside me, stiff and taut, a silent demand for obedience. Then, as if coaxing a secret from my trembling soul, he said, Beg for it, sweetheart. Beg. ​That word burned with both humiliation and need. I hated myself for the craving that surged through me, for the vulnerability that clung to every whispered syllable. But the truth was, right now, I needed to beg not because I wanted to, but because I had no other choice. I needed him to make me come.

As a sign of surrender, I slowly raised my hands. "P—please don't hurt me," I stuttered. I was taken aback when he pressed the gun even harder against my head. Just a single touch of his gun will most likely mean the end of my life. "You won't get hurt if you don't fight back, so walk!" he yelled at me. I opened the kitchen door, praying with each step that someone would come to my aid. What I have in mind now is that Axel will help me, but I have lost hope that he will still come for me tonight because I am just a worthless person to him. Besides, he had no idea that my life was in danger right now.

Nathaniel, growing irritated, added, “Sylvia, even if you’re doing this just to provoke me, bringing in a beggar as your stand-in is ridiculous. Do you really think this is funny?” Bennett’s brows furrowed as he glanced down at himself. He had been in a car accident on the way and had crawled under a vehicle to rescue an elderly woman, which explained his disheveled clothes and dirt-covered appearance. But to be mistaken for a beggar? That was pushing it. He didn’t bother to explain. Instead, he raised his eyes to his bride. She was elegant and graceful, with a beauty that needed no embellishment. As for her character? That remained to be seen.

"Let me go! I don't want to go there. I don't want to!" Bianca fell to her knees in front of me and grabbed the hem of my pants with shaking hands. "Please have mercy on me, Anna. I'll never bother you ever again. Please forgive me! "Have you forgotten that we grew up together? I'm willing to do anything as long as you set me free! I mean it! I'll even grovel at your feet for your forgiveness!" Bianca started knocking her forehead against the ground. Fresh blood spurted from the point of impact, but she seemed to be oblivious to the pain and continued knocking her forehead against the floor with all her might.

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.

On New Year’s Eve, I humbled myself and called everyone I could think of, begging to get a loan. However, every call ended with them either rejecting the call outright or scolding me for bringing bad luck during the holiday. Amid the endless sound of the fireworks, my grandma closed her eyes, and just like that, I was the only one left. At the thought of her pale face, my heart felt like it was being sliced apart. My eyes reddened instantly. I didn’t take the box of caviar he had brought. Instead, I said, “Hudson, we–”

he argues. I refuse to seek the help of a warlock. I will kneel down and beg our mate while she eats if I have to. "I will beg her day and night. She can resist Reid's charms but not my stubbornness," I say.

I probably looked like a frog begging for foods, but answers were still the ones I kept looking for. "Please, tell me about it more. About the sins I have done before. I wanna know about myself even it means talking to the man I hate the most." My fist shaking rigidly and all I could do was to feel the burning madness inside of me. "I am begging you." This was the first time I begged like this. Never in million years would I expect that this moment would come. Me, kneeling, begging, almost crying, were not my things but for the sake of the truth I deserved, I'd break my own rules.

The air is a bit cold and I am feeling lazy, lazy to do my work and also to go to my therapy session this afternoon. A part of me wishes to call Dr Mendel and ask to cancel, but I think of my promise to my dad and then I end up going. My dad and I are in a good place, it's like we are reconnecting again after the months long mourning period. I cant mess this up. Besides, it's been so relieving to just talk and release things held inside. So again, I can't mess up my progress just because I am feeling lazy. With a free period given to us and one more class left until school is over, I decide to spend it in the school library, relaxing in my seat and reading a romance novel. I am so into the s

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