“What? I heard something wrong. What did you just say?” I asked while nervously laughing.
“You heard it, right love,” he said with an evil smirk while coming near me. “Strip” he whispered in my ear and he moved an inch back and looked at my body. His gaze sending a shiver through my spine.
Colour from my face was drained a long time an ago. His fingers played with the hem of my T-shirt touching my skin on my waist giving me tickling sensation where he touches. My breath got hitched and my brain stopped working.
What I'm going to do now? I made a wrong deal with the devil.
I Composed myself a little bit “Why will I do that?” I asked him in horror.
He just smirked at me and said, “Because you just now agreed to do it.”
He really wants me to strip. If I refuse him now he is still going
