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Confidence
Part I
"Please, I beg of you," he said. And he never begged.
"I don't know, I really don't know," she replied, taken quite aback.
"Please," he whispered with suppressed sorrow lingering in his voice.
She had never seen this cruel and biting man in such a state. She wanted to help him, she really did, but she didn't know if she could do what he was asking of her.
"Alright," she finally conceded. "I'll do it…tomorrow. In the basement, yes?"
"Yes, in the basement," he said straightening up, trying to pretend that he not just been begging. "No one can know of this, though. If one word leaks from you I will take no mercy upon you, you understand? None."
"You make me feel like I am asking you for something," she said, her lips quirking slightly, even though a certain sadness still etched her face.
"Do you understand?" he seethed.
"I understand."
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A/N: This is a three (or more if I am inspired) part story. The other parts will be longer and less vague than this one. Thank you for reading.