MIA’S POV:
“Strip, Slave,”
These were his words as his tall stature leaned over me and his breath hot and bothering hit my face, with pungent hate seeping through it. His blue eyes all focused on my petite frame as I looked at him all perplexed and baffled. Did he really mean that? Maybe he did. Then why was it so hard to digest the fact that he wanted something that I for long wanted to give him willfully. Crystals slipped through the vivid edges of my eyes as I glanced at his face so handsome and beautiful marked ugly with hate and vengeance. So being a little afraid and flummoxed I tried to persuade the tormentor once more before everything went downhill “Elijah, I really didn’t do anything. I promise,”
But for him, everything was true that he believed and what I said a million time
