Author's Note: There is derogatory speech towards women, s****l and physical assault. Might have triggers. Read at your own risk. You have been warned.
Gabby’s POV:
“C’mon, sweetheart. That dress leaves nothing to the imagination. What is the difference if I remove it?”, the guard sneered at me as he had his finger under one of the straps, about to pull it up to break it free. I was scared, but remained calm so I could think clearly. I started to bring the strap down very slowly, controlling the speed of undressing, and giving me a way to stall. The guard started to breathe heavily as he stepped back to ogle me. I felt like I was juggling too many things to keep them straight, but then I realized that I was doing a good job at the moment, and took some deep breaths t
