"Don't you get it? You know when you try to run away, punishment like this happens." he said teasingly, squeezing my chest. I gasped for air, I really didn't try to run away. They're overreacting!
The wet noise coming from below, being penetrated in...
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"Have a seat here, sir. Miss will be in the room in front of you, behind the curtains getting her measurements done. I shall bring you something to eat and drink."
The old woman walked away from Victor as I walked myself behind the curtain. I stepped on top of the circular raised platform with only 2 small steps, and waited patiently for someone to come through.
In front of me are 3 large mirrors, folded like a pamphlet. The middle mirror began to move, suddenly turning into a door. The man I saw near the front door earlier began to move forward.
He's gonna be taking my measurements?
"Arms up please Miss." He smiled at me, I listened and lifted my arms, not thinking too much about it. "What's the occasion?" He asked me.
"Just for a party I'm attending later this month." I replied, trying to hide my awkwardness.
"I see! Well I just saw the dress you picked out, and I think it'll look lovely on you." He complimented.
"Thank you." I said in return.
The man began to walk around me and stood behind me. He slid his arm around my waist and pulled the tape measure around it, letting the small rope hug around me.
He mumbled something that I couldn't understand.
"Arms down." He said, I quickly let my arms fall to my side as I felt both his hands on my shoulder. I looked through the mirror and watched him get his knees on the step as he kneeled down behind me.
The man put the metal part of the tape measure right above my bottom as he let the other end drop down to my heels. I watched as he held the bottom down with his knees as he pressed the tape closer to the back of my leg.
His palm touched my waist as I felt it traced down my bottom all the way down my calf and heels. I flinched a little bit but didn't think he noticed. He did the same to my other leg then stood up.
His hand is now back onto my shoulder, turning me around. "Arms up."
I lifted my arms as he wrapped the tape around my chest, he held it together and pulled on it tightly. Is this how they measure people?
He suddenly pressed on my chest with his knuckles, making me flinch again. "Don't move." He said.
I stopped all my movement and tried to stay still. He dragged one end of the tape on one side of my arm to the other measuring my arm span. His face was really close to mine, it's making me feel uncomfortable...
Why does he need to measure my arms? It's just a strapped dress, there's no sleeves.
The man stepped backward and measured my chest again? That's it.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I moved down a step.
"Miss, please do not move. I am taking your measurements." He firmly told me as he grabbed onto my arms, pulling me closer to him.
