Try Begging

Episode 162

"Still, it's really good for you. You liked my appearance. Let's hope my personality doesn't resemble yours at least."

It's not my job! I'm leaving this place. I'm leaving all my past behind. Of course, there's you and your child there too.

I wanted to shout, but no voice came out.

"By the way, the cradle fits the torture chamber better than I thought."

Torture chamber? Startled by the words, Grace finally took her eyes off the man and looked around. The black ceiling, the black walls, the gaping shackles and handcuffs, the iron table with sharp edges that caught the light.

'How did this happen?'

Grace was in the torture chamber.

Grace, who tried to move her hands and feet, sighed at the cruelly familiar noise and weight. She was tied to a single bed in the torture chamber, with shackles and chains wrapped around her limbs.

"When on earth... . Let me go now! Let me go! Okay? Please!"

In the end, even though he begged, the man only looked at the baby who wouldn't stop crying and didn't even look at Grace.

"That's different from what you promised! You said you wouldn't lock me up anymore?"

"That promise was only valid if you returned obediently."

"When did you say that?"

Go to hell! You vile... .

"Dog... son of a bitch... . Gasp!"

Grace's eyes shot open. The moment the palm tree wallpaper on the ceiling came into view, she let out a sigh of relief. This was an apartment. Not a torture chamber.

Even after confirming that, I looked around the room with anxious eyes. Fortunately, or perhaps naturally, the man was nowhere to be seen. Even after confirming that it was safe, it took a long time for me to calm my breathing, which was still cold to the tip of my chin.

"Even in my dreams, that son of a bitch... ."

The nightmare was so bad that her pajamas were damp. Grace brushed her hair away from her forehead, where it was sticky with sweat, and lowered her gaze to her feet.

The baby's crib was still filled with crying. Grace slowly got up, staring blankly at the crib, where the baby was completely invisible because of the white sheet wrapped around the edges. Just after giving birth last night, her whole body felt as if it had been hit, but after a deep sleep, she felt much lighter.

She walked over to the bed, looked inside and asked.

"what's the matter?"

The child must have had a hard time, because he slept like the dead all night, but now he seemed to have regained his energy and was kicking his feet hard and crying loudly. I checked his diaper, but it wasn't wet.

'It's time to get hungry.'

Grace went to the kitchen and brought back a little formula milk in a bottle. She took the crying baby out of the crib and went to the armchair in front of the window. Instead of holding the baby, she laid him on her lap and lifted his head slightly to give him the bottle.

"No... why? What's the problem?"

Even when offered a bottle, the baby spat out the nipple and did not suck. Perhaps because he was starving, he was so irritable that he kicked and waved his hands, crying until his face turned bright red.

"Okay, sorry for being late. Stop complaining and just eat, okay?"

I thought she would stop crying and drink, so I took the bottle away and held her to comfort her, but it didn't help. After struggling for a while, she tried something she really didn't want to do with a feeling of resignation.