Try Begging - Chapter 141.2
“This is all for your comrades. Shouldn’t we quickly undo the brainwashing and stop the pointless sacrifices?”
Yes, that was right. His words were all correct.
Her vision cleared.
Finally, she had entered the village square.
As she moved towards the center of the square, the carols grew clearer, and their joyful voices resonated. In front of the church, in the middle of the square, stood a giant fir tree decorated with colorful ribbons and candles, topped with a big star.
In front of it was a statue of the Virgin Mary holding a newborn baby. People around the statue recognized Grace one by one, hesitated, then started whispering among themselves. She deliberately opened her coat and exposed her pregnant belly.
They looked at her, a virgin impregnated in her effort to protect herself as if she was a prostitute on the day celebrating the birth of the savior from a virgin mother.
Grace, locking eyes with them, raised her fist, which she had been clenching.
It was time for condemnation, for atonement.
Pointing at the sinners one by one, she shouted so loudly that the whole village could hear, no, so that the one bringing hell would hear clearly.
“Hypocrites! You, and you, and you! Everyone in this village is an accomplice!”
The astonishment on the faces of the hypocrites slowly turned into hostility and discomfort. Amid the uneasy silence, hurried footsteps sounded from behind.
Turning around, she saw the nursing officer who had followed her whistling through the whistle around her neck and dashed between the secluded buildings as if waiting for the apocalyptic knight said to come on Judgment Day.
Grace watched calmly at the spot where the woman disappeared until someone suddenly grabbed her from behind.
“Grace!”
It was Jimmy.
He was looking down at her with a pale face.
“Ha…”
Seeing his face, she thought she would be angry, though laughter came out first. His face hadn’t changed at all in two years.
He hadn’t changed at all. Yet, she has been ruined this much.
As the shrill sound of the whistle cut through the sky, Jimmy abruptly dragged her to the nearest building, the village hall. She followed obediently, having anticipated this.
“D*mn it…”
As soon as they were inside and the door was closed, Jimmy groaned, holding his face in his hands.
It was just as Nancy had said. Grace looked too well for someone who had supposedly been living comfortably in the royal pigsty, with too fine clothes and too healthy a complexion.
‘And with that royal pig’s child…’
Seeing the bulge of the devil’s child through the man’s coat that surely belonged to that greedy devil, Jimmy clenched his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see her in that state at all.
Unable to bear the pain, he had his eyes closed and began to scold her.
“I told you not to come back. If the leaders find out…”
Slap!
A fierce strike landed on his cheek.
“You cowardly b*stard.”
Grace grabbed Jimmy’s collar with both hands as he stared at her blankly, holding his swelling cheek.
“Just like you did to me, you must have forced other women to seduce the enemy.”
Hearing her accusation, Jimmy sighed deeply and started making excuses in a tone as if trying to soothe a hysterical woman.
“Grace, I told you our work is much dirtier and more shameful than you think. There are inevitable sacrifices.”
“Oh, so your role is to hide safely and peacefully in this secluded village and force others into ‘inevitable sacrifices.’ Right? No, it’s not a sacrifice. This is exploitation!”
However, Jimmy showed no sign of remorse. He insisted everyone volunteered for their roles and started making excuses that as a leader, he had no choice.
It was utterly disgusting.
“That’s right. Now it’s time to make the excuse that the elders told you to do it, and you had no choice? And you still claim to be the leader?”
“Grace, please, calm down…”
“Monster.”
“….”
Jimmy looked down at Grace with a blank expression as though he had never in his life imagined he would be called such a thing. It was clear he had lived his life committing vile acts while thinking he was a messenger of justice.
“You’re the real monster. This filthy den of monsters shouldn’t exist.”
As she delivered her judgment through clenched teeth, the sound of car tires scraping harshly against the road erupted outside, like the shriek of a wild beast, cutting through the air. The carols that seemed endless abruptly ceased, replaced by screams.
Soon after, gunshots echoed.
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