Try Begging
Chapter 50
As she chewed her trembling lips to hold back her emotions, the ridiculing silence was broken.
“Get up.”
Winston pointed to the iron table with his eyes. As he sat down at the end of the table, he stood up and approached her. The tip of the whip lightly stabbed Grace in the shoulder as he told her to lie down.
The table was cold.
Winston grabbed her crouched limb. The shackles hanging from the legs of the table were fastened one by one at the ends.
“You look good in this.”
The black ceiling that didn’t show even when blood splattered…
The man gazed down at her with an observer’s gaze with little interest, anticipation, and a far-reaching sense of distance. As she looked up from the cold metal table with her limbs wide open, she was acutely aware of her situation.
Mice on the dissection table.
In his eyes, staring down at her, who had turned into a helpless little creature, a cruel joy began to shine faintly. The officer’s jacket was draped over the chair. Grace’s eyes trembled as she watched the approaching man with his sleeves rolled up neatly.
That man, not a soldier in a white shirt, looked like a mad scientist in a white coat. He was the kind of lunatic who would take a scalpel and forceps and turn her into a piece of meat.
As he approached, he paused.
A cold gaze lingered on the box of fine stockings on the edge of the table. Soon, the box was removed and in its place was a folder with Grace’s name on it. There was the sound of papers being flipped, followed by the sound of footsteps moving away.
While Winston was leisurely preparing for the ‘physical examination,’ Grace began to shake uncontrollably. She closed her arms and legs, even though she knew it was useless. At the same time, the shackles painfully crushed her delicate flesh.
Griiit.
Her breath stopped when she heard the sound of heavy metal scraping something.
‘Could that be….’
If it sounded like the nipper being pulled out of a drawer, please let that be a mistake…
Grace prayed to herself, knowing all too well that what was in this torture chamber was torture itself.
‘Damn it…’
An ominous foreboding hit. The nipper’s blade flashed in Winston’s hand as he slowly walked this way.
He sneered as she reflexively closed her fingers to hide them.
“You acted like you weren’t afraid of anything though you’re a normal human being, too.”
Yes, unfortunately.
Grace was also a human being who felt pain.
She had been trained to endure torture, but that only taught her ‘how to endure it.’ In other words, she was training to hold on without divulging important information, but it did not dull the pain of having her nails pulled out. Or maybe, the pain of having a tooth pulled out.
Grace bit her teeth as the sharp tip of the nippers traced her lips.
Eventually, as the cold blade soon fell off her lips, Winston cupped her head affectionately and bowed his head. Slowly tracing the curves of her naked body with nippers, he kept their eyes on each other from a distance of less than a hand’s length.
“You and I have a pretty tough relationship. No, should I say Blanchard is the terrible one?”
“Huht…”
“He sent his prostitute to kill my father and sent me the daughter of that prostitute.”
This was to make fun of his father’s death and to look down on him. Leon couldn’t stand it. Neither did Grace, who could not stand the ridicule directed at her respected mother.
“If my mother is a prostitute, then your father is a bad soldier who died at the hands of a prostitute.”
‘Cheeky woman. She doesn’t even know her situation.’
As he thought so, Leon twisted his lips. This woman would be begging for mercy on him soon, too, like the other rebels.
“Oh, what a touching love. Your mother in hell must be so proud of you, the daughter who failed an operation and turned into a whore in my torture chamber.”
Bang.
The nipper, prowling over her, landed between her spread legs. As the table rang, Grace shuddered. She could tell without looking that the nipper’s blade was directed towards her secret place.
“Thank you, Miss Riddle. To be caught by me. Thanks to you, I can enjoy the feeling of getting revenge properly. I can see my father’s face in heaven.”
He solemnly kissed her pale, cold lips and rose.
“Do you know what your parents did to my father?”
“….”
“If you don’t know, I will teach you.”
This time, instead of the nippers, the tip of the riding whip ran through her body. Each time the triangular leather lightly tapped the tip of her fingernails, Grace turned blue.
“They pluck out all the nails…”:
She got it now. Why did he tie her to the table, what was he going to do with her tied up…
‘The autopsy of Richard Winston.’
To tie up the revolutionary army like a corpse on an autopsy table and read his father’s autopsy report, pointing out each body part. After reading the report to the end, the contents were demonstrated on the prisoner’s body as it was. Stopping right before the direct sign… No, sometimes it was torture that never stopped.
It was also the reason why Leon Winston became the most notorious of the many torture engineers.
‘You’re going to do that to me. I don’t want to die.’
As Grace trembled hard, she was more afraid now than yesterday when this man tried to violate her.
“And, the left side of his scrotum… Wait, you don’t have a scrotum. I’d never seen anything like this before. Hmm… what to do.”
He spoke in a very pleasant voice.
“Ahhk!”
When Winston thrust the tip of his whip between Grace’s legs, the flat leather cut through the closed slit and rubbed the clitoris mercilessly. The moment she met his eyes, which flashed with vulgar joy, Grace saw a way to live.
She rather aroused him.
“Ah, please, huht, stop…”
She groaned and deliberately twisted her body. Her heart, which couldn’t let go of last night’s events, shook greatly.
Winston’s eyes slowly began to change.
‘Yes, right, get aroused for me.’
“Ahk, is this revenge? At least your father wouldn’t have been raped like I was yesterday?”
“What do you mean raped? it was a deal Oh, this is rape.”
Winston finally got into heat.
He quickly unfastened his belt and pulled out his blood-filled pillar. As soon as the flesh, rising the tip like its owner, appeared, it slammed into Grace’s mouth.
“Ugh, huhp…”
Her body was mercilessly dragged upward. At the same time, her head that was thrown over the table bent back, and a merciless viper burrowed into her wide open throat.
“Uhp—”
The heavy table creaked following the waist’s fierce movement.
“Haa…”
With a moan of admiration, Winston caressed the nape of her neck where his flesh was moving in and out. Even though she couldn’t see it, Grace could vividly feel that the thick fleshy pillar bulged up her throat every time it was driven deep.
As if he had no human soul, his pale eyes blazed with lustful joy like last night.
Grace looked into the beast’s eyes and shed tears of relief. It was a miserable thing to rejoice at being violated. Still, she was a human being who wanted to avoid terrible pain and death even by doing miserable things.
“Do you know what the definition of a prostitute is?”
…A woman who sold herself for a price. If selling herself to save her life is a prostitute, yes, she’d rather be a living prostitute than a dead saint.
“Kuhk…”
Winston pulled out his saliva-soaked flesh as Grace gasped and twisted her body.
“Haa, let’s continue the physical examination.”
Since then, the brutal autopsy had been transformed into an obscene physical examination. Grace responded calmly to Winston’s promiscuous touch, occasionally adding light resistance and strange moans to keep his desires alive.
“Ahht, it hurts… don’t do, it…”
“These are my bite marks yesterday. Even I thought I was like an animal, too.”
He still acted like a scientist dissecting mice. Fortunately, he was not a mad scientist but a nymphomaniac. He touched her body here and there to ‘examine’ her and recorded the shameful observations in a document as if writing an experiment report.
“Hmm… Can I write it as the feeling of kneading a marshmallow? What do you think about it?”
Winston, who was clutching her chest and kneading it like dough, asked with a mean laugh. It was terrifying to have something like the feel of her chest be written permanently on a record that anyone in the military could see.
“….”
However, Grace didn’t open her mouth. If she begged him not to, he would write more humiliating words on the paper.
“The feeling of it sticking to you and the feeling when sucked…”
Saying so, he took one long suck on her n*pple as if to hear it, making a loud noise.
“Huht…”
“Great. That skinny girl grew up pretty naughty. I like that.”
…It was terrible. To think that the sweet boy of her childhood had grown into such a vicious man.
His hand that was on her chest groped down her flat belly before burying it deep in the wet petals.
“Uht, gasp, stop, ahhk!”
“Feels good? I know you like it very much though can you let go of my finger?”
Squelch.
The moment his finger was pulled out…
“Ah!”
Clang.
The chains hanging from her ankles slammed against the table.
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Chapter 50: 50
As she chewed her trembling lips to hold back her emotions, the ridiculing silence was broken.
“Get up.”
Winston pointed to the iron table with his eyes. As he sat down at the end of the table, he stood up and approached her. The tip of the whip lightly stabbed Grace in the shoulder as he told her to lie down.
The table was cold.
Winston grabbed her crouched limb. The shackles hanging from the legs of the table were fastened one by one at the ends.
“You look good in this.”
The black ceiling that didn’t show even when blood splattered…
The man gazed down at her with an observer’s gaze with little interest, anticipation, and a far-reaching sense of distance. As she looked up from the cold metal table with her limbs wide open, she was acutely aware of her situation.
Mice on the dissection table.
In his eyes, staring down at her, who had turned into a helpless little creature, a cruel joy began to shine faintly. The officer’s jacket was draped over the chair. Grace’s eyes trembled as she watched the approaching man with his sleeves rolled up neatly.
That man, not a soldier in a white shirt, looked like a mad scientist in a white coat. He was the kind of lunatic who would take a scalpel and forceps and turn her into a piece of meat.
As he approached, he paused.
A cold gaze lingered on the box of fine stockings on the edge of the table. Soon, the box was removed and in its place was a folder with Grace’s name on it. There was the sound of papers being flipped, followed by the sound of footsteps moving away.
While Winston was leisurely preparing for the ‘physical examination,’ Grace began to shake uncontrollably. She closed her arms and legs, even though she knew it was useless. At the same time, the shackles painfully crushed her delicate flesh.
Griiit.
Her breath stopped when she heard the sound of heavy metal scraping something.
‘Could that be….’
If it sounded like the nipper being pulled out of a drawer, please let that be a mistake…
Grace prayed to herself, knowing all too well that what was in this torture chamber was torture itself.
An ominous foreboding hit. The nipper’s blade flashed in Winston’s hand as he slowly walked this way.
He sneered as she reflexively closed her fingers to hide them.
“You acted like you weren’t afraid of anything though you’re a normal human being, too.”
Yes, unfortunately.
Grace was also a human being who felt pain.
She had been trained to endure torture, but that only taught her ‘how to endure it.’ In other words, she was training to hold on without divulging important information, but it did not dull the pain of having her nails pulled out. Or maybe, the pain of having a tooth pulled out.
Grace bit her teeth as the sharp tip of the nippers traced her lips.
Eventually, as the cold blade soon fell off her lips, Winston cupped her head affectionately and bowed his head. Slowly tracing the curves of her naked body with nippers, he kept their eyes on each other from a distance of less than a hand’s length.
“You and I have a pretty tough relationship. No, should I say Blanchard is the terrible one?”
“Huht…”
“He sent his prostitute to kill my father and sent me the daughter of that prostitute.”
This was to make fun of his father’s death and to look down on him. Leon couldn’t stand it. Neither did Grace, who could not stand the ridicule directed at her respected mother.
“If my mother is a prostitute, then your father is a bad soldier who died at the hands of a prostitute.”
‘Cheeky woman. She doesn’t even know her situation.’
As he thought so, Leon twisted his lips. This woman would be begging for mercy on him soon, too, like the other rebels.
“Oh, what a touching love. Your mother in hell must be so proud of you, the daughter who failed an operation and turned into a whore in my torture chamber.”
Bang.
The nipper, prowling over her, landed between her spread legs. As the table rang, Grace shuddered. She could tell without looking that the nipper’s blade was directed towards her secret place.
“Thank you, Miss Riddle. To be caught by me. Thanks to you, I can enjoy the feeling of getting revenge properly. I can see my father’s face in heaven.”
“Do you know what your parents did to my father?”
“….”
“If you don’t know, I will teach you.”
This time, instead of the nippers, the tip of the riding whip ran through her body. Each time the triangular leather lightly tapped the tip of her fingernails, Grace turned blue.
“They pluck out all the nails…”:
She got it now. Why did he tie her to the table, what was he going to do with her tied up…
‘The autopsy of Richard Winston.’
To tie up the revolutionary army like a corpse on an autopsy table and read his father’s autopsy report, pointing out each body part. After reading the report to the end, the contents were demonstrated on the prisoner’s body as it was. Stopping right before the direct sign… No, sometimes it was torture that never stopped.
It was also the reason why Leon Winston became the most notorious of the many torture engineers.
‘You’re going to do that to me. I don’t want to die.’
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All those who were lucky enough to survive the torture went mad…As Grace trembled hard, she was more afraid now than yesterday when this man tried to violate her.
“And, the left side of his scrotum… Wait, you don’t have a scrotum. I’d never seen anything like this before. Hmm… what to do.”
He spoke in a very pleasant voice.
“Ahhk!”
When Winston thrust the tip of his whip between Grace’s legs, the flat leather cut through the closed slit and rubbed the clitoris mercilessly. The moment she met his eyes, which flashed with vulgar joy, Grace saw a way to live.
She rather aroused him.
“Ah, please, huht, stop…”
She groaned and deliberately twisted her body. Her heart, which couldn’t let go of last night’s events, shook greatly.
‘Yes, right, get aroused for me.’
“Ahk, is this revenge? At least your father wouldn’t have been raped like I was yesterday?”
“What do you mean raped? it was a deal Oh, this is rape.”
Winston finally got into heat.
He quickly unfastened his belt and pulled out his blood-filled pillar. As soon as the flesh, rising the tip like its owner, appeared, it slammed into Grace’s mouth.
“Ugh, huhp…”
Her body was mercilessly dragged upward. At the same time, her head that was thrown over the table bent back, and a merciless viper burrowed into her wide open throat.
“Uhp—”
The heavy table creaked following the waist’s fierce movement.
“Haa…”
With a moan of admiration, Winston caressed the nape of her neck where his flesh was moving in and out. Even though she couldn’t see it, Grace could vividly feel that the thick fleshy pillar bulged up her throat every time it was driven deep.
As if he had no human soul, his pale eyes blazed with lustful joy like last night.
Grace looked into the beast’s eyes and shed tears of relief. It was a miserable thing to rejoice at being violated. Still, she was a human being who wanted to avoid terrible pain and death even by doing miserable things.
“Do you know what the definition of a prostitute is?”
…A woman who sold herself for a price. If selling herself to save her life is a prostitute, yes, she’d rather be a living prostitute than a dead saint.
“Kuhk…”
Winston pulled out his saliva-soaked flesh as Grace gasped and twisted her body.
“Haa, let’s continue the physical examination.”
Since then, the brutal autopsy had been transformed into an obscene physical examination. Grace responded calmly to Winston’s promiscuous touch, occasionally adding light resistance and strange moans to keep his desires alive.
“These are my bite marks yesterday. Even I thought I was like an animal, too.”
He still acted like a scientist dissecting mice. Fortunately, he was not a mad scientist but a nymphomaniac. He touched her body here and there to ‘examine’ her and recorded the shameful observations in a document as if writing an experiment report.
“Hmm… Can I write it as the feeling of kneading a marshmallow? What do you think about it?”
Winston, who was clutching her chest and kneading it like dough, asked with a mean laugh. It was terrifying to have something like the feel of her chest be written permanently on a record that anyone in the military could see.
“….”
However, Grace didn’t open her mouth. If she begged him not to, he would write more humiliating words on the paper.
“The feeling of it sticking to you and the feeling when sucked…”
Saying so, he took one long suck on her n*pple as if to hear it, making a loud noise.
“Huht…”
“Great. That skinny girl grew up pretty naughty. I like that.”
…It was terrible. To think that the sweet boy of her childhood had grown into such a vicious man.
His hand that was on her chest groped down her flat belly before burying it deep in the wet petals.
“Uht, gasp, stop, ahhk!”
“Feels good? I know you like it very much though can you let go of my finger?”
Squelch.
The moment his finger was pulled out…
“Ah!”
Clang.
The chains hanging from her ankles slammed against the table.
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