Try Begging Novel - Chapter 4

‘Please, come this way.’
Footsteps in military boots echoed from around the corner. Please, come this way. If there were eyes watching, Winston wouldn’t dare to do anything dirty.
But the footsteps stopped just before the corner.
Now, what excuse could she use to escape? Sally frantically racked her brain.
She had a pistol hidden under her skirt, but she couldn’t shoot Winston. A year’s worth of mission would go down the drain.
And if her hidden gun was discovered, she feared her letter might even be confiscated.
As she gritted her teeth and endured, the tip of his nose, which had been buried in her nape, traced up her hair and outlined her earlobe. He breathed hot air, rubbing between her earlobe and cheek, then whispered languidly.
“Why are you trembling so?”
This lecher, does he not know why?
Tears welled in her eyes as she desperately thought, when he suddenly removed his black gloves. His long, slender fingers traced the seam of her side, moving upwards, and Sally held her breath.
His fingers moved to the front, fiddling with a button on her swelling chest. Though no hair touched her skin, the way his fingertips rolled was no different from how one might roll a woman’s nipple.
Filthy pervert.
“…Captain?”
“Hmm?”
His hot breath tickled her ear again. Sally sniffled, loud enough for him to hear.
“I need money. I have to pay for my mother’s hospital bills soon. I can do anything you want, Captain.”
Winston recoiled instantly, as if doused with cold water.
He was a man with severe mysophobia. Even more so when it came to sex. Winston despised women who threw themselves at him, spreading their legs for a big score, more than anyone.
Sally wiped away her relieved smile and put on a tearful face. When she turned around, Winston was leaning against the opposite wall, opening his wallet. His face was clearly displeased.
“Sally, you are a good girl. Don’t ever utter such dirty words in front of any man.”
“…Didn’t you say I was bothersome because I was too kind?”
Sally, her eyes glistening, fumbled to take the wad of banknotes he offered. Winston looked taken aback. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a faint sigh escaped.
“Thank you, Captain.”
She had to escape while the hungry predator showed a weakness. She bowed politely and tried to run, but her arm was suddenly grabbed.
“Don’t misunderstand what I said about being bothersome. I like you.”
Is this a confession?
Sally froze on the spot.
“I like your courage, that you don’t even bat an eye at the sight of blood.”
No, it wasn’t. Only then did she relax and face Winston. His neatly curved lips held a generous smile.
“Any other woman would have fainted by now. And men too, of course. You are more trustworthy than those squeamish rookie soldiers who throw up all the time.”
He was clearly referring to Fred as a “squeamish rookie soldier.”
“My chiding you today had no other meaning. Don’t be kind to those rats. They are cunning.”
You know what? I’m one of those cunning rats too.
Sally did not hide the smile that crept onto her lips. That greedy pig of the monarchy would never understand the true meaning of her smile anyway.
“I want you to stay for a long time…”
Winston released her arm. His fingertips brushed up her shoulder, and his neatly defined knuckles caressed her cheek.
“I want you to become a part of the torture chamber.”
At his chilling words, every nerve ending converged at the tips of her bristling goosebumps.
He meant he wanted her to remain the maid in charge of the torture chamber for a long time. She had to. But that cruel man twisted a potentially kind remark into something sinister.
It sounded like he wanted her to become an organ within a monster that sucked the life out of people.
Or was it something else?
Did he mean he wanted to throw her into that torture chamber, wrap chains around her neck, and pull out her fingernails? Without someone to torture, the torture chamber was just an ordinary room, nothing more, nothing less.
Seeing that he didn’t notice her turmoil, it must have been a simple request for her to work as a maid for a long time. But the chilling thought was not easily shaken off.
“If you were to get hurt and shed even a single drop of blood…”
Winston suddenly stopped speaking. The knuckles that had been gently caressing her cheek also stopped.
His clear eyes glazed over, as if he had been caught off guard by his own words. His usually cold eyes seemed to quietly burn with a hot intensity.
His stopped hand moved again. His cold lips made his fingertips feel unusually hot.
Winston pressed hard on Sally’s soft flesh, tracing from one end to the other. As he did so, he bit his own flushed lips with his stark white teeth. It looked as if blood might seep out.
The Vampire of Camden.
Sally’s face paled as she recalled the nickname that clung to Captain Leon Winston like the hem of his coat. What was this bloodthirsty man imagining about her now? He might even want to bite her lips and suck her blood.
Dangerous. This is fatally dangerous.
Sally smiled brightly, clasping her hands together as if in prayer. Making sure the banknotes in her hand were clearly visible.
Look closely. In my blood, just like any other woman’s, flows the dirty vulgarity of a materialist.
“Thank you for your concern, Captain. You are truly generous and kind. I, too, wish to work under you for a very long time.”
The moment she showered him with insincere praise, Winston’s eyes returned to normal. Sally, under his cold, sharp gaze, felt a sense of relief instead.
She immediately turned her back and moved away from him. He did not grab her again, even as she reached the corner.
Turning the corner at a somewhat brisk pace, she passed the soldiers guarding the torture chamber door and let out a sigh of relief. But then, like Winston, she found herself biting her own lip.
In this rotten world, it was sadly quite common for maids to be violated by the dirty hands of their masters.
However, she had never heard of such an incident occurring in the Winston household. The Winston brothers were famously known for not even glancing at women.
The eldest son, Captain Leon Winston, was a sadistic individual, enough to disgust even the royal family who trusted him, yet he was known for his polite and gentle demeanor towards women. He would never even drag a female revolutionary into the torture chamber.
The second son, Jerome, unlike his military brother, was closer to a quiet scholar. Though, perhaps it was a family trait, his arrogant nature was no different.
He would often chase away women who showed personal curiosity by entangling them in academic debates. He despised women who were like empty porcelain dolls, more than anyone.
So, could she have imagined, when she infiltrated this mansion as a maid, that one of the brothers would become infatuated and pursue her?
A spy should neither bother nor be noticed by their target. She tried her best to be treated like furniture, like any other maid, yet this man always liked her excessively, and also disliked her excessively.
Where did I go wrong?
The answer, surprisingly, came less than ten minutes later.