CHAPTER 16 STRIP II
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Why the hell do I keep getting in trouble with him? Father is in jail because of me and all I could think about was taking a swim. Is this how I plan on surviving the next twelve months?
Hold on-- what did he say? Strip? Wait! What? Strip?!
Lila was dumbstruck by what she just heard. She was about to say something when she felt a tight grip around her arm, the grip was firm but gentler than before. “Seems like you enjoy flaunting around, almost naked.”
"Da...da...mien..." she stammered barely above a whisper.
"Shut the f**k up," he snarled through clenched teeth. "I said strip. Are you deaf?"
Tears welled up in her eyes as she hesitated. Damien’s piercing gaze bore into her, making her heart pound even more.
She slowly reached for his suit and slipped it down, her hands trembling.
The room felt colder, and the tension was suffocating. Each movement felt like an eternity, her mind racing with fear and confusion.
She felt exposed in her bikini, crossing her thighs together as her legs trembled.
His eyes never left her, and his cold, unreadable expression made her numb. “Damien…” she whispered.
“Now!” He was losing his patience, but he managed to keep his voice low and dangerous: " Do as I say.”
Lila’s body shook with fear, tears flowed freely, spilling down her cheeks. She searched Damien’s face for any sign of mercy but found none.
She shut her eyes, and slowly she loosened the lace of her bikini’s top and it fell to the floor.
Opening her eyes she met Damien's irritated gaze on her.
His gaze bore into her as if she was some sort of experiment laid bare under his scrutiny, he studied every tiny winy detail meticulously examined and cataloged for future dissection. “The panties, now!” he ordered.
With a single movement, she loosened it, letting it fall freely to the floor.
Damien’s gaze moved downward slowly, observing every tiny detail. His eyes flickered over her exposed skin, lingering on each curve and contour.
She had a perfect shape, one that would normally evoke admiration or desire, but his eyes were filled with something else entirely.
There was a cold detachment in his expression. He noted the smoothness of her skin, the way the light played across her form, but there was no warmth, no appreciation in his eyes, rather his gaze was full of disgust as if her perfection was an affront to him.
Lila looked up at him, each second of his scrutiny felt like a thousand knives slicing through her dignity, leaving her exposed not just physically, but emotionally. She noticed the look in his eyes and it only made her feel more wretched.
The disguise in his eyes was so intense, she could feel it, and it felt like a silent judgment which was louder than words. She tried holding onto a shred of her pride, but the weight of his gaze was crushing.
Finally, a thick masculine voice broke the silence. "Pathetic."
Pathetic! Those were not the words she had been expecting. She hung her head low again, like a defeated animal, the weight of his contempt pressing down on her shoulders.
He brushed past her, jostling her hard enough that she stumbled and fell to the floor. He picked up the intercom on the nightstand and dialed the kitchen. “Send me a maid’s uniform right away.”
In less than two minutes, there was a soft knock at the door. “Sir, here’s what you requested.”
Damien snatched the uniform and slammed the door shut. “Put this on” He threw the dress at her.
Taking out his mobile phone from his pocket he dialed Hakim’s number “Come to my room, now.”
Lila felt the heat of embarrassment flood her cheeks as she stared at the uniform crumpled on the floor.
“Why did you instruct Lopez to stay, after I fired him?” Damien asked, referring to the old man from this morning.
“I… I wanted… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry” she stammered
“Just as I thought. No reason. You just love daring me, don't you?”
There was a knock on the door.
Damien waited for her to put on the uniform properly before opening the door.
“Sir, you sent for me?” he asked, glancing between Damien and Lila who was dressed like a maid and sitting on the floor.
“Lock her up in the dark room” he instructed.
Lila’s heart sank at his words, and panic rose within her, but she felt a bit of relief when Hakim didn’t move.
Damien sensed that Hakim was trying to say something, probably to give his opinion as usual, but this was not the time. “If you don’t take her out now, I’ll throw both of you in, myself,” Damien said through clenched teeth, staring daggers at Hakim.
“Yes, young master” Hakim immediately picked up Lila, who tried resisting.
“Damien… please, No…. Damien, I’m sorry. Please”
He slammed his door as soon as both of them left the room.
Meanwhile, Hakim carried Lila out of the mansion, his grip on her was firm as he walked briskly across the sprawling estate. Lila's struggles were futile against his strong grip, and her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Hakim felt sympathy for her but knew better than to defy Damien’s orders.
They reached the far end of the estate, a secluded area surrounded by tall trees and bushes. A small, dilapidated building with two front doors stood there, its appearance old and scary.
Hakim set Lila down and unlocked the heavy wooden door, inside was a small dark room with stone walls that were damp and cold, a single small window was high up, barely allowing any light to seep in, but big enough to accommodate the night cold.
“Please, Hakim, don’t do this. I’m begging you,” Lila begged, tears streaming down her face.
“I’m sorry, Miss Lila, but I have to follow orders,” Hakim replied, his voice filled with regret. He gently pushed her inside and closed the door behind her, locking it securely.
Lila sank to the floor, hugging her knees, she shivered from the cold and fear.
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