“I… I don’t have anything to change here.” She said with a meek voice. Her wide eyes darted around the room as if seeking an escape.
Her eyes then widened when I took off her shirt in a swift movement. Her chest was red from the burn. Her b*a wasn’t saved from the hot liquid either. Her face was a mask of uncertainty, the red mark from the burn on her chest standing out starkly against her pale skin.
I slid my hand to her back and unclasped her b*a. She gasped, her hand darting to grab mine in a feeble attempt to stop me. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson in embarrassment.
“No,” she said, her voice trembling as she tried to halt my actions. But her grip was weak, and I easily removed her b*a, throwing it onto the floor with her shirt. She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, att
