FALLON
Time slows, each second stretching into an eternity. I can’t let my father die just because I don’t want to get naked. Not him. Leone’s finger moves to the trigger, and panic makes me step forward.
“Alright,” I blurt, surrendering to his monstrous demand. My hands work mechanically, unbuttoning my blouse with shaking fingers. The silk work blouse slides from my shoulders, and I drop it at my feet.
“Good girl,” Leone murmurs, his eyes tracking every movement with ravenous attention.
My skirt is next, the zipper parting with a hiss. It pools around my ankles, and I step out of it, feeling the cool kiss of the basement air against my skin, goosebumps marching across my flesh like an army of revulsion. I toe off my flats, push them aside, and stare at Leone; his gaze takes in every
