“What? I heard something wrong. What did you just say?” I asked while laughing nervously.
“You heard it right, love,” he said with an evil smirk. Coming near me, “Strip” he whispered in my ear and moved back an inch and looked at my body. His gaze sent a shiver through my spine.
Colour from my face drained a long time ago. His fingers played with the hem of my T-shirt touching the skin on my waist, giving me a tickling sensation wherever he touches. My breath hitched and my brain stopped working.
What am I going to do now? I made a wrong deal with the devil.
I composed myself a little bit “Why would I do that?” I asked him in horror. He just smirked at me and said “Because you agreed to do it just now.”
He wants me to strip. Even if I refuse him now, he is still going to make me strip. I gulped at that thought.
What should I do? What should I do? I was chanting in my mind.