Chapter 8 -As long as you beg for mercy

The two men were frozen, and she looked at him, unafraid.
This look, however, surprised Simon himself a little.
After a moment of stalemate, she narrowed her brow, her face as pale as thin paper, as if it would shatter at the slightest poke.
"Please go away, I want to have a rest." She rolled over and turned her back to him, the covers pulled up like she didn't care to pick him up again.
But Simon couldn't help it, his heart was so furious he didn't know what else to do and drew out the belt around his waist and tied her hands directly.
Jennifer looked at him dumbfounded, while then came to struggle with an anxious red face, "What are you doing! Leave me alone ......"
"If you beg me, I'll let you go." His face was grim as he looked at her steadily.
Jennifer was not to be outdone, her eyes rounded and she suddenly shivered as she met his gaze.
That fear of not looking soon made it clear to her what was going to happen, and several buttons of the blue and white striped hospital gown were ripped off by him.
White and clean skin and unlaced chest, Jennifer looked at him in panic, " Go away ...... leave me alone ......"
She had just had a miscarriage and was still weak.
Simon didn't care about this at all, and when he pushed himself in, her forehead was instantly covered in cold sweat.
Her hands were tied and she was like a senseless tool for his pleasure.
Jennifer couldn't help but grit her teeth and cursed him in a low, angry voice, "Simon, you shall not be able to die a natural death! "
The intense synesthesia took all her senses away, her body began to tear from the root of her thighs, there was no pleasure, only endless shame and anger.
She gritted her teeth and glared at him in droves.
All that overflowing hatred only made him more annoyed.
The man kept moving, but instead he sped up considerably.
To her, it was like torture.
Jennifer turned her head to the side and stopped looking at him.
The taste of rust was already in her mouth and she bit her tongue to stop herself from making a sound.
The pain spread throughout her body, stimulating the tear ducts for comfort.
Tears slid down the pillow, he even didn't realize that.
Simon also suddenly stopped and looked at the person in front of him as if a pot of cold water had been broken.
whispered with patience, "Beg me, and I will grant you anything."
Jennifer heard, but her tears fell even faster.
Begging him?
It was not that she had never begged, but what she got in return was nothing but endless torture.
Simon looked at her, his expression inexplicably complicated.
The stabbing pain in his heart felt like it was reminding him of something, but what could it be?
Her face fell and she opened her eyes but they were clear again.
The thing had left, the residual pain still lingered in her body, the wound should be torn and possibly infected.
Jennifer couldn't help but smile bitterly; this was the person she had always liked, who never cared about her feelings and never trusted her.
The eyes closed tightly for a moment, holding in all the aggression in her heart, before opening when she calmed down.
Simon also had a moment of panic, not knowing what to do.
Looking at the person in front of him, he wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he couldn't say anything.
It was clear that he would do anything to satisfy her if she pampered him and begged for mercy, as she had done before.
But why now, she has changed and become so elusive.
He is also elusive.
Jennifer was still stubborn, and there were already quite a few tears on the pillow.
He looked on, silent for a long time, wanting to speak to coax her a little, she used to be most easily shy.
And now, it was hard to know how to ask.
Why should he forgive her? She had gone out of her way to destroy this child?
Simon pursed his lips and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his throat.
The one at fault was not himself, but her, so he didn't need to be soft.
After waiting for a long time, he did not hear a single sound from her.
Simon looked at her with a complicated expression, and when he saw her indifferent face, his heart suddenly ached again.
Why should she be so light-hearted, when it was also her child who died, and now there is no sign of even heartache or regret?
The Jennifer in old time was not cold-blooded and heartless. Simon couldn't help but wonder whether she is Jennifer or not, she was so determined to leave at first, and now she aborted her own flesh and blood unexpectedly .
But seeing that she really didn't like himself, Simon couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Getting off her, Simon loosened the belts on her hands for her.
A ring of strangulation marks had already appeared on the wrists, and she clenched her fists tightly, that is, she did not open them even when he loosened the belt.
He looked stunned, then naturally tried to put her hand back, and when he touched her, Jennifer instinctively withdrew it.
Simon's hand paused, before withdrawing.
"All you have to do is ask for forgiveness, and maybe you'll get a good role." He spoke softly, breaking the silence, "Just ask for forgiveness and maybe you have a promising future."