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Meera ~

"Strip".

His voice send chills down my spine and shocked me to my core. Strip. Does he really told me to Strip like a prostitute.

" Don't make me say again, pigeon" He said while nuzzling into the column of my neck. My eyes teared up, he is serious. I am not dreaming.

My breath hitched as his hand traveled to my cleavage and a yelp escape from my mouth as he yanked my hair and twisted them in his hold.

"I see, you want me to do work, fine by me" He snarled and suddenly I felt a burning sensation on my arm and I got up from his lap.

I rubbed my arm where he burnt me with his cigarette and looked at him with teary eyes. Before I could say anything, he pulled me again.

And this time I met with his hard chest, dread settled inside me, "pigeon, let me see the body that you show others" He said and tear down my dress in one go.

I felt sharp slices cutting my arms and drawing out blood, he cut me with a knife. A sob wreck through my chest at the intense pain "Abram--" I let out