Try Begging

Episode 182

Why do I keep having dreams like this?

The face buried in the pillow was hot.

"Grace."

In the dream, the man placed symbols of his love and desire on her body at the same time and whispered caressingly in her ear, persistently lingering in her mind.

Since when have you been so confident in calling me Grace?

Since meeting her on a cruise ship two years ago, the man started calling her Grace in his dreams. Sometimes, she would dream that she had been caught then. It was the most anxious time, so it made sense, but why are her dreams becoming more and more obscene these days?

Are you frustrated?

I didn't think I had such a desire. Even if it's normal to have a strange dream when you consider it to be a primal desire that all humans have, what I had a moment ago was definitely not normal.

"Maybe God created milk in two parts so that father and child can share it."

Even this perverted statement was not something the man actually said. It was something that came out of Grace's head.

"Ugh...."

She was clutching her head.

No. I'm not that kind of pervert. I just dreamed about that guy because he said the same thing. It's just because I know him too well.

"What are you doing, Mom?"

Ellie, who had been sniffing around in her arms while she was in pain, suddenly tried to raise her head. Grace sighed and held the child in her arms so that she could not raise her head.

"Just 30 minutes."

I was so embarrassed that I couldn't even look at Ellie's face.

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"...daisy."

No, your name is Grace.

"More, you dirty little pig!"

don't go!

Leon grabbed Grace's wrist as she tried to run away. Then he shouted at his father's silhouette, which was only visible through the strong headlights.

Go back now!

But nothing changed.

"My name is Sally Bristol."

How many times do I have to say your name is Grace? And you're a spy, not a maid.

"You really like me?"

Yeah, I like it. No, I love it.

Leon removed the noose from around Grace's slender neck.

You don't belong in the torture chamber. Let's go to your brother together. Every moment you read your mother's diary, open your eyes to the truth, and take revenge, I won't let go of your hand.

And when we finally throw off all the shackles that weigh us down, wait for me on the beach at sunset, just like the day we first met. Side by side with our daughter.

But Grace was gone.

I looked back on all my mistakes and made different choices, but the results were the same. This wasn't reality.

At least the countless repetitions of this dream were not completely in vain, as he was able to turn his last moments with Grace into the outcome he wanted.

Grace, who was unable to escape from the ship, eventually came to his room on her own. Outside the balcony, the dark blue sea was rough with white foam, and in the bedroom, tears continued to flow.