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Ishitha's POV
"Wh...what...?" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper, weak and trembling as I tried to understand what he had just said.
The air felt thick, and stifling.
Sweat dripped down my neck, chilling against my skin as I froze under his gaze.
I couldn't look away, and I couldn't move.
I was trapped, held in place by the weight of his words alone.
"Strip."
The command cut through the silence,
His voice low,
Dark, and merciless.
My heart lurched, pounding against my ribs, each beat filled with a mix of disbelief and dread.
Huh?
I blinked hard,
Struggling to comprehend, to make sense of his command,
But all that came out was a faint whisper as I stood there, frozen in place.
Wide-eyed, I stared at him.
Searching his face for any sign of humanity-anything that might tell me he wasn't serious.
But there was nothing.
No softness,
No mercy,
Only an unyielding darkness in his eyes that made my stomach twist painfully.
My throat was parched,
My pulse thundering so loud, I thought he might hear it.
My legs trembled, refusing to hold me steady.
"Um..." I started, my voice cracking,
But before I could even begin to protest, his gaze darkened, his eyes narrowing with a deadly intensity that sent a chill down my spine.
"Don't test my patience, love," he warned each word a low, deadly threat.
Panic surged through me, and I instinctively took a step back, my hands shaking as I grasped for something-anything-that could give me an escape.
The walls seemed to close in, suffocating, pressing down on me, trapping me with no way out.
"Why...why are you doing this?" I managed to choke out, my voice barely more than a strangled whisper, raw with desperation.
Every inch of me screamed to run, to break free, to get away from the danger radiating from him.
He tilted his head, studying me with a dark intensity that burned into my skin.
"Don't. Make. Me. Repeat. Myself."
Each word fell from his lips, heavy and unyielding, a final warning that stole the air from my lungs and left me trembling in its wake.
I stumbled back, my legs weak, my breath shallow, until my back collided with the cold wall behind me.
The impact jolted me, but I barely felt it.
I couldn't move or think straight anymore.
Just the overwhelming weight of his presence, pressing down on me, suffocating me in a way I couldn't escape.
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