Try Begging

Episode 194

The woman whispers to another man the love she never whispered to him, and his child calls another man "daddy." The woman and the child both laugh happily in the arms of another man, not him. The moment I imagined it, my eyes went dark and my breathing became ragged.

The time has come.

Tonight, too, the dog, starving to death in the woman's indifference, headed to the bathroom. After pouring bitter medicine into its mouth, it returned, turned off the light, and lay down on the bed. Tonight, too, it left the woman's seat empty.

Soon he began to feel dizzy as if he was even more drunk, and then he began to feel an indescribable intoxication. In a false happiness, Leon thought back to the last moments he had spent with Grace in this bed.

"Harder, faster."

"Are you okay?"

"Do it, please."

My last love affair with that woman was like child's play. No matter how much I think about it, it's so trivial, but no matter how much I chew on it, it doesn't go away.

Leon's favorite moment to ponder was set.

Laugh. Grace laughs.

A woman he thought would never smile again smiled at him because she liked him. Even if it was a lie.

She smiled lovingly enough to make his heart pound. Then she reached out to him. When he showed her his face, she cupped his cheek and her eyes sparkled. It was probably the first time since they met again that there was no hatred, no contempt, not even a hint of regret in her eyes.

Leon wanted to be forever immersed in that turquoise sea overflowing with pure love.

"Leon."

He smiled and called his name as if they were just a couple. Now that he didn't have a gag in his mouth, Leon called his name confidently.

"...Grace."

But the voice I heard was not dignified, but rather shabby and miserable. At the end of his short ecstasy, when he was about to become unhappy again, he recalled other moments when he had been happy.

He turned his head to Grace's seat. In the bluish dawn light, the woman was fast asleep, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her face was peaceful, as if she had no idea what was going to happen that day.

At that moment, they seemed like an ordinary couple.

How did Grace's hair feel? He felt the air as if stroking her sleeping face and stomach, mumbling words he couldn't say out loud at the time.

"don't go...."

No, don't send me. I shouldn't have sent you.

In that way, happy memories tend to turn into sad nightmares. His gaze, which had been staring at the motionless apparition of Grace, suddenly turned to the window beyond. The bars that had been put up to imprison the woman were still there.

In the end, it was he who was trapped. Leon Winston was a life sentencer who had to live indefinitely trapped in his past with Grace Riddle.

And so, the 1,053rd day of imprisonment passed by without any incident.

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The sound of chains rattling echoed through the torture chamber.

"Ah, ahh!"

The man whispered as he nibbled on her ear while she was forced to orgasm with her limbs tied up.

"Bella, did you know that some men masturbate with socks?"