Divya Pov
At last, I have to help him with the tie. What could I have done? He said he would take his shirt, which I am wearing if I don’t help him with his tie.
Poor I, with no cloths, would have no choice.
Looking out of the window of the car, I was thinking if I could ever be free now.
I am in his lavish car, the beast. Going to the mall to buy me clothes. I am sulking because I am in his clothes. In only his shirt.
Why he had to tear my clothes? This is making me hyper and I want to shout. And the fact that he is gawking me from the mirror is not helping either.
I felt something between my legs.
No, that is not it.
It's his hand. I looked at him, and he gave me a naughty smile.
“What? What in the world you are up to?”
I yelled at the man. Cannot he let me die in a serene
