Chương 38: That Isn't My Fault

38.

"The bra and underwear need to go, too," Toby said, letting his eyes trail up and down my body. It felt like he was actually touching me, and the feeling made me want to puke, but I held it back.

I might be prey, but I wasn't weak.

With a shrug of my shoulders, I put my hands underneath the shift and removed the bra that way, throwing it into the same pile as my uniform. Next came the panties, my eyes never leaving Toby's while I slid them down my legs.

Lifting up one foot after another, I kicked my underwear over to the rest of my clothes. I would burn the entire pile before I put those on again.

Toby lifted up a finger and twirled it around, hoping that I would do a little spin so he could see me better, but I refused.

The cold air of my cell made my nipples tighten under his gaze, the shift doing nothing to hide their state or their color from him.