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CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW The right to act, speak or think as people want without hindrance or restraint is what pushes people to ensure respect. It's also a state of mind called freedom. It's the absence of any pressure from the social, political and religious environment in which a normal person lives, but freedom is different on my level. It is when you have the power to dictate! Freedom. This is an illusion I offered Baby to have, but like any normal peasant, they can never be content with just that. She had to go to the other room and get tempted. I meant every word when I said I wanted her to win, because my obsession with her had become one of my weaknesses, but as the clock approached midnight and I saw how she would succeed, it just convinced me that I wanted her to be in my life forever. Seeing her pure determination was true entertainment. I was very sure that I would lose in this game, the minute she disabled my little insect babies, but the game changed the minute sh
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BABY The notion that I am being watched has fully taken over my mind, driving me insane. This is much worse than being in Charles's clutches; I'm constantly afraid that Charles or his men will come for me. The pressure is never-ending.I can't sleep. I can't eat properly. I stay in the tub and stare blankly on the wall.If not on the wall I stare most of the time at the Nanogex IV bag, just sitting on top of an old table with no chairs that came with the house. The hospital nurse had this in a bag for me before I left. I was informed that I was clutching it tight when someone found me. I close my eyes and pray for a single tear. "Come on, cry, get it out," I yell at myself. I can't even weep, despite my best efforts; not a single tear has fallen from my eyes. I'm not sure what's going on with me, but the way I'm acting is clearly a condition of shock, or am I suffering from some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder? Whatever the case may be, it must be managed. It's something I'
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This chapter is dedicated to everyone who has a loved one battling cancer and is fighting courageously!BABY'S POINT OF VIEW "How are you planning to be an alcoholic when you don't even have a bottle opener?" Astor says, mocking me from the back, looking at all the wine bottles I just bought while rummaging through the random things I put in the cart. Astor notices how tense I've grown as I drive. He tried to lighten the mood by talking to me, mentioning all the favorite food I like buying. I simply giggle at his pranks and recall how much easier things were when I was still under his supervision. I wish I could be that innocent young lady again. It fascinates me that he could well be the same guy despite such gruesome torture. The drive had already been more than an hour, and I'm always on the lookout if there's any vehicle following us. I finally dared to ask about aunt Madonna's condition expecting a not-so-favorable response. Astor was suddenly silent. It took him a good m
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEWAstor dragged my body out of the bushes like a bag of potatoes. You could hear muffled cries coming from me as I attempted to get Astor to remove the tape that covered half of the bottom of my face.I try to kick and shatter as many smaller tree trunks and plants as possible in order to have tracks.After about a half-hour, I started to feel agony in my belly as it dug into his shoulders. Astor didn't stop, but instead dragged me all the way to another little footpath leading to the main road. I made sure my shirt gets snag in one of the branches leaving a piece of cloth.Astor had another medium size car, which he had positioned and well disguised near to a large tree for further protection. He seated me in the front seat and instructed me to fasten my seat belt as he made his way to the driver seat."If you promise to remain quiet, I will remove the tape; but, if you continue to make noise, I will replace it with a fresh one right away. You can bet I would do i
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEWStress and mental tiredness have depleted the adrenaline that my body has released. My body has been entirely overtaken by tremendous fatigue. The paddling in the cold water really took a toll on my body eating up my energy.Exhaustion. Is the last thing I didn't want to happen right now, as I drive rapidly, my lids are suddenly closing on their own.I almost crashed the car, I have no choice but to pull over to the side of the road and take a proper snooze. I changed into a new shirt as I'm feeling cold and put an alarm on the watch I took from Astor.But I knew that once I had enough energy, my body would naturally wake me up. As I was trying to set the alarm with his heavy watch.A little laser shot out of it, piercing the passenger seat all the way through the vehicle door. I'll be able to use this to trim back tiny shrubs for easier access. I made a point of wearing it again and locking the dial so that there would be no more mishaps.When I awakened from my
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEW It's official, I have completely lost my mind along with my voice. I don't know how long I've been awake, but my throat is on fire. When I tried to say Charles's name, no sound ever came out. My hands are bound to a link that's attached to a collar on my neck that's also bound to the wall. All of my movements are limited. The room in which I'm imprisoned is very small, with padded and blue-colored walls. It has a high ceiling but it's very suffocating for my current state of mind. My aunt was shot dead and there was no one to blame but me. I should have fought harder for her to come with us. My blood is full of hatred. I wanted to inflict so much harm on Charles. All I could think about was putting an end to this agony, and the only way to do so, is to avenge my aunt's untimely death. I plan to do my best to keep my emotions under control. This is the biggest mistake I've made time and again: acting on my emotions rather than using my brain. I laid flat on t
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BABY My heart raises as the pain of loosing the person I wanted to protect comes back to me. Peter's friendly manner gives me mockery of failing to protect the one person I cherish the most. I clenched my fist under the table, I feel it shaking real bad. "I knew you would look better in blonde." Brenda says while she gets up. "I will mess you up soon darling Baby." She says letting out a chuckle, bowing a little to Peter and walks away. I look at her in disgust hearing her creepy remarks, I decided not to saying anything, engaging will only provoke her to stay longer. "Still quiet are we?" Peter sits back on his chair and sips on his coffee. "Please eat." His tone was commanding. I looked at the table and I didn't see any knives as everything is pre-cut. Even the forks are tiny however my will to kill him grows every second. I can break the coffee cup and slit his throat with one of the pieces. A tall blonde server interrupted my train of thinking by appearing out of nowhere and b
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CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW The Belle sister, as I've come to know that alias. Now it's only a matter of time before Baby's sister will come for her. I need to find her first before she can take my girl away from me. My idiot brother is so desperate that he will hire anyone without conducting his own background checks in order to get ahead. How the hell did Peter not know that these retrievers were under Madonna? Killing Madonna will create a fresh tempest; she is successful not just because of her skills, but also because of the lowlifes she has aided throughout her miserable life. This needs a load of planning for advance damage control before the word gets out she's been murdered. I swiped a command to activate a team and begin silencing anyone associated with Madonna. A true headache Madonna was, once she had crossed. I looked at her corpse, laying on a metal bed, ready for cremation. As soon as I walked away, I could hear them locking her body up to be turned into ashes. I'm sure
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEW Hiding my fear was very difficult, with my voice shaking coming out tiny. "Please, Charles... Please don't hurt him. He's just a baby." I say, my tears are falling nonstop. "I will not hurt my son, but I can't say the same for you," Charles says, gently putting our tiny son back to sleep and laying him in the crib. He sprayed something on him, in my conclusion, one of those sedative sprays. I felt a sudden urge to run and grab my son, but he was quicker than me when I felt his arms wrap around my waist to stop me from reaching my son. He grabbed my wet hair with a very tight grip, burning my scalp. I'm full of fear even to fight back. He quickly drags my small frame compared to his to the bed. "What did you do?" I started crying loudly. I'm sure someone heard my cries. "Don't worry; our son is safe. "Charles issues an air swipe command, a movement that I haven't seen in a while, it railed in all my traumas back into my system. Suddenly, the noise downstairs
Beg Harder BONUS CHAPTER
BABY'S POINT OF VIEWIt's true what they say: nothing can ever prepare you for the overwhelming sense of responsibility that comes with becoming a mother. It has only been recently that I have been able to sleep through the night after three months of averaging just five hours of sleep each night.MotherhoodBeing in one gave me a whole level of respect for all mothers. I'm simply grateful that I live with my sister, who has provided me with all of the assistance I've needed with my growing son, particularly when the doctors determined that a C-section was necessary due to the placenta obstructing the hole for the baby's birth.After two months, the scar has begun to heal, and I'm relieved that all of my weight gains had disappeared by the second month. Perhaps it's due to nursing, or the half-hour walks I take with the kids in the afternoons, but today we were forced to miss all of our normal daily routines. Because of our appreciation, we organized for the team's reunion, just a sma
Beg Harder Epilogue Part 2
CHARLES'S POINT OF VIEW A white flare pierces my eyes, and I get a whiff of a sour and acidic cheese flavor that immediately follows."Fuck," I shout, and it reverberates across the whole room. I managed a sliver of a chuckle, since who would have imagined that I would ever find myself in this situation? This is the smell chemical that they use to wake you inside your trance state. The trance machine effect isn't working on me. I know a lady is on her way who will give me the impression of my mother at any moment, so I glance around, and there it is, the familiarity of my old bedroom from a period when things were much easier as if this illusion would really work on me. How can my brother be so completely ignorant of the fact that I would be aware if he ever placed me in this situation? I'm sitting up in my big old bed, which still has the same soft cover when the lady walks in exactly on cue as anticipated. Her steps lead her to me, and I halt her until she reaches the base of the
Beg Harder Epilogue
BABY'S POINT OF VIEW The exquisite make-up that I loved so much and the assistant spent a long time on is now smeared with Charles' blood. I swallow hard at how awful I appear when I gaze in the mirror in this airplane's lavatory. There were dried tears and blood all over my face. The cool water felt wonderful against my skin as I washed my face clean and a small bruise was already appearing from the hard smack I got. Both my hands were never this dirty. I rushed to clean it, with my head trying to grasp the idea of finally being over. I tried to remove all the blood and dirt as much as I can off of my face, "Hold on Breath it's over" I chant repeatedly as I try to believe everything that is happening. All of the terrible memories are beginning to resurface and all the assault goes in the back of my brain. All those days he manipulated me and ravaged my body quickly comes back to me. The sensation of my body beginning to tremble prompted me to grip the sink tightly in order to
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CHARLES The second she opened her eyes, coming out of that trance, I knew there was something special about her. I knew she would make it very interesting for me and she didn't disappoint. The first time I heard her beg, I knew it would be so easy and that she was already going to be mine. She's breathtakingly gorgeous, and when combined with her incredible physique, she can bring any powerful man to his knees. Baby was destined to fall on my hands and learning how pure she was just added to the excitement of the circumstances.I've never met a woman before in my life who is willing to go to such lengths to save her family's lives, but everything has a limit, even her dedication. I was already anticipating that she would get weary of the same old, same old threats against her family members.The only way to keep her alive and moving on was for me to give her a purpose. I need this one to stick for good, and having the baby within her will help cement our relationship even more. The
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEWAll of my motions have been limited, and this includes walking. They have me hooked up to a machine that causes my body to be partly paralyzed for a few hours every day to help me complete rest while the bleeding from my placenta is occurring. Every three hours, a designated person comes in to stretch my limbs and sit with me while several experts are carefully watching me.My baby.The term itself is identical to my given name. I recalled my father's explanation of why they named me Baby, and it brought back memories. All the time, people ridiculed me for my unusual forename. Still, my father, as he always did, was excellent at explaining the significance of my given name to their most cherished and youngest daughter, which I appreciated. As far as we know, our great grandmother had the same name as our grandmother, who was well-liked and respected by the community for having an enormous heart and refusing to listen to detractors. I recall him telling me that no
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEWMy pupils are constricted. Charles's body is in front of me, and I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks as well. I'm feeling a lot of pressure about what's about to happen to me. My mind is already preparing for the agony that is about to occur to me. I'm sure he didn't subject me to watch all those tortures these past days for nothing.Finally, the back of his finger brushes against my wet cheeks. My body has been trained well from flinching his touch. "Baby, look at me." As I open my eyes to look at him, he commands, slowly cupping my cheeks with both of his hands. The only thing I could utter with a slight tone."I'm sorry.""I understand. Let's blame it on your hormones." Charles responds as he removes the rifle from my grasp. His whole demeanour was so calm as if he knew that I didn't have in me to do it.He issues an air swipe command, and a group of people rushes in—plating meals and setting the table.The only time he was able to calm my nerves a little
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEWMy nerves are highly strung, I regret even trying to have a conversation with Rich. I asked one of the attendants to call Rich so that I could have a word but I was informed that he's already left for another location. I sigh deeply as to why did I have an outburst like that, I have really been acting crazy lately, and on top of that tired most of the time but who wouldn't act crazy if you were to be put in this situation?I finished the dinner prepped for me, another of Charles doing, I was told that I have to consume whatever is on the plate regardless If I like it or not. I try my best to remember the last time I actually ate something very oily and fried, it is all I've been craving lately. I have tried to request for something close to that sort but when it was presented in front of me, it was quickly taken away orders by Charles according to Rich. The whole team that's been working on polishing me all afternoon seems to have gotten used to my gloomy mood.
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BABY'S POINT OF VIEWThere's always a difficult thing that comes along with all of the simple things. It is customary for Charles to take me to situations where he tortures individuals so that I may see what he would and could do to those who disobey him. Despite the fact that it had happened a few times before, I could never get used to it and would typically end up sobbing till I passed out.The fact that he claimed to have people for literally everything was not an exaggeration. He was known to have a specific group of people who would provide him with clean towels whenever his hand became soiled with blood, and I remember those guys from the day he set Astor on fire, which also happened to be the same day I was tortured in the lab by him. I have only hazy recollections of who cleaned me in the lab, but I believe it was the same crew who belonged to this category of job description.I'm sure he also has a group of retrievers who he has under the payroll. I'm dying to know who he hi
